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A Problem Shared is a Problem Halved
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Chapter 1

?Anyone want a simple no strings attached ANR? Nothing life changing, just mutual friendship and the benefits of ANR?? I advertised on the Internet ANR web page. ?I would like an ANR because I have an autoimmune illness which would benefit from the properties of human breast milk. Multiple Sclerosis is caused when the body?s own white cells attack the myelin sheath insulating the nerves, rather like the plastic sheath on electrical wiring. Breast milk is one of the few sources of the human form of basic myelin protein, which the body metabolises to manufacture new myelin, but it does not survive long as the white cells destroy it,? I wrote. ?I don?t envisage a romantic relationship, just a nice companionable time with a lactating woman who loves to have her ******s suckled and her breasts worshiped and adored. I would be looking for someone local based between S**** and **** for occasional morning or afternoon ANR, a kind of adult wet-nurse if you like. I am housebound, so you will need a car to visit me,? I concluded. I posted it, but I admit that not for the first time, I was not really expecting a response, except, perhaps from an abusive crank or two.

To my amazement it took just two days for a very busty lactating mom to find me. Her husband had died in Afghanistan a couple of years ago and she had just sent the young child she was pregnant with at the time to a school on a daily basis and, well, basically, her milk was wasting as her child was not there during the day to partake of the beautiful white nectar, and as she said to me, she produces a prodigious amount. So I hired her.

To my surprise, 5 feet 8 inches tall Laura Keen, a wavy haired brunette with her silky hair tumbling down her shoulders, looked younger than her 45 years, with her oval shaped face, remarkably big round eyes and a beautiful cupid?s bow mouth, and she was very slim and shapely, apart from her huge bust. I gazed at her with approval. She was the ideal stamp of Anglo-Saxon womanhood. She was wearing a short pale brown skirt showing a lot of shapely leg, with short fawn coloured suede high-heeled boots on her feet raising her height to 5 feet 10 inches or more. To my 5 feet 6 inches she looked positively statuesque to me.

I mentioned nothing about the oversized camouflage green Parka coat she was wearing. It looked too big for Laura; apart from fitting around the chest it fitted nowhere else, and looked rather incongruous on such an obviously attractive woman. I mentioned nothing to her about her remarkable figure, but she could see that I was fascinated. ?Would you like to see them?? she said as she sat down on the sofa beside me, nodding at her breasts. ?Yes please? I said, feeling like a child in a sweet shop. So she slipped off the voluminous zip up jacket she was wearing to reveal a huge expanse of a broad white T shirt, stretched to it?s limits as her breasts fought with her restraining bra to get some relief.

?Oh my god! They?re beautiful!? I gasped as I looked at the two massive bulges trying to burst from their confines. ?Or would you prefer to see them like this?? she said as she pulled off the comparatively diminutive fawn coloured jacket she was wearing, with an apologetic - ?It USED to fit when I got it!? and put her hands under her straining T shirt, fumbled with her outsize bra, then pulled it triumphantly from under her T shirt, as though she had done a conjuring trick and expected praise. Like an idiot, I applauded. Her beautiful face beamed at me, as I looked astonished at her huge, rolling, apparently expanding breasts. Doubled up Super-Absorbent Breast pads fell out of her outsize-nursing bra as she dropped the entire garment to the rug beneath our feet.

?May I?? I said as I reached out to touch the humongous breasts. ?Of course,? she said, but I could only touch one firm orb, it was impossible to grasp in any way, it was far too big for my hands, the right one of which I had opened as wide as I could and laid it on top of her heaving bosom, which was so firm to my touch it was positively as hard as stone! Suddenly I noticed that her areolas had mounded up and her thickened ****** extended. ?Oh God! Here it comes. Here it comes!? she gasped and spasmed as her Letdown response began with an electric shock surging through her bosoms.

The T-shirt around the breast I was touching quickly became soaked in milk as it literally gushed from her ******; then the other one began. ?UUGGNNH!? she gasped as though in agony, and clutched at her snatch, though she was actually in ecstasy as she explained to me later. Her whole T-shirt was quickly soaked and the white fluid ran onto the sofa, down her shapely legs and onto the rug. Her right hand continued to rub her ******** to the point of ******. ?There?s another one coming!? she warned me. ?Lift it, lift it!? she said, nodding at her T shirt, so I did, and saw the full voluptuous vein webbed breast in all it?s taut beauty, her stretched looking dinner plate sized areola physically heaved as I placed my mouth over the long thumb thick teat, (er - sorry, - ******). I hardly needed to suckle. I had just begun when a torrent of milk flooded my mouth. I swallowed what I could, the rest just spilled out between my lips and her warm breast flesh. I held on in there though, trying not to choke.

?Well done, well done,? she calmly praised me, heaving a sigh of relief and rubbing my back between my shoulder blades. ?Force of habit?? I questioned. ?I don?t think I need to be winded,? I said, then unleashed a tremendous burp!!! Laura looked relaxed and a broad grin spread across her face. ?Now the other one,? she said as she peeled back the far side of her T-shirt and readjusted her seat to accommodate me. I got close to her right breast, but then noticed that I was unaccountably squatting on the floor between her tremendously beautiful, smooth thighs, her wet, swollen vulva pressed against my wrist.

Laura pulled my head into her right breast, then she began to convulse again as another Tsunami of a Letdown gripped her. Within seconds, another river of milk gushed from her breast, but this time I caught most of it. Laura sighed with relief. ?Oh thank God you are here and that I spotted your advert!? she said. ?Well, you certainly do have big breasts,? I said. ?Have they always been like this?? - ?****, no!? Laura said. ?I did not make enough with my first child, but with young Tommy, - at school at the moment, I wanted to make sure I was making enough; so I took all the right herbs and supplements, and I bought a really good breast pump, to make sure it keeps flowing. I was pumping day and night, now I can?t stop it!? she said with an air of unconvincing exasperation as she peeled her soaked T-shirt off.

I almost had to pop my eyes back into their sockets when at last; I was allowed a complete look at the full array. I must admit to being exceptionally impressed. Laura threw her wet top on the floor with her wet bra, then she lay down on her front the full length of the sofa, but her legs would not quite fit, so she kicked her feet up into the air and crossed them over. She wasn?t exactly lying on her ****, they were far too big for that, her pneumatic appendages kind of spread out to the front and the sides as she rested on her elbows, crossing and recrossing her shapely calves behind her.

?The truth is, Piers, that I absolutely LOVE lactating. I mean, you can see how plump and firm it?s made my breasts?? she said glancing into her tight cleavage. ?But my little Tommy can?t manage this in full flow. So as long as I?m helping you, then you are certainly helping me out,? she said, matter of fact. ?Do you know what I like to do?? she said. ?Surprise me,? I said. ?I just like to get them out in front of the mirror and look at them and think - is that really me? I used to be flat chested as a girl, believe it or not!?

I looked surprised! ?Ironing board!? she said.

?Oh, by the way. I know what Multiple Sclerosis is, my mom died with it when I was 16,? Laura said. ?I looked after her in her last days.?

I told her that she should get more comfortable next time on the double bed where she might be able to control the flow better. ?Great idea!? she said.

Laura asked if she could use the washing machine and dryer for her T-shirt and tent-like bra and take a shower. I looked at the milk stained sofa cushions and stained rug. ?1001 spot treatment gets it out!? Laura called from the kitchen. ?Baking Soda works too. Oh; and Oxyclean. I often make such a mess at home,? she added.

?Well, that was a very pleasant afternoon with a very pleasant woman,? I thought as Laura drove to the local school to pick Tommy up. The milk stains, though paler, were still evident on the sofa. And there was the tell tale evidence of the unmistakable odour of breast milk. ?I?ll explain to Fran I spilled a carton of milk,? I schemed, and began to drink most of the contents of the putative carton as I was expecting Fran to return home within the hour. I doubt if my excuse would convince her, so I only hoped that she would be in a good mood so that I could come clean as soon as possible. After all, I wasn?t up to anything I shouldn?t have been. I was sure that she would see that I am seeking an alternative source of a known treatment. Fran should know better than most because when she was lactating full force it was Fran who suggested it. An air of dread began to wash over me as I wondered what would happen were the two busty women to confront each other. Knowing how Fran is psychotically jealous against women with bigger **** than hers. I decided that I would telephone Laura later on and let her know the situation.

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Chapter 2.

She did not say so, but Fran just knew that Piers had brought another woman into her house. He thought he had covered their tracks, but there was his suspicious behaviour, and the curious tone of voice people cannot avoid adopting when not telling the truth. But more tangibly, there was organic staining on the sofa and rug. Piers might have thought he had cleaned it up well, but standing at certain angles to it, the stain shows up. Then there is the unmistakable odour of another woman?s breast milk. Fran was not fooled for a moment with Piers? story of spilling a carton of milk; - ?it wasn?t cow?s milk,? Fran told herself, - ?well, yes it was, but not a Bovine Cow, - more like a big fat titted Human COW!? and she intended to find out which. There were also long dark hairs in the shower?s plughole. Piers either did not know, or had forgot that a woman?s senses are very finely attuned to her own domain, and can smell instantly, if any other woman has breached her home. Fran equated it to being burgled, by a highly selective sneak burglar; you don?t quite know what has gone, but it just doesn?t feel right, and you just don?t want to be there anymore!

She wasn?t going to cause a fuss, just bide her time, watch, listen and learn. Then she would make certain that she would catch this presumptuous cow out, then STRIKE while the blood is HOT!

Oh, Fran knew why this woman had been there, it did not take a genius to work that out, but she did not want a strange woman providing what she herself was perfectly capable of providing. What?s hers is hers and no other woman would be allowed to take it.

Piers had clearly misunderstood her reasons for ending the arrangement, but since she has now changed those circumstances, normal relations could restart. Work commitments sometimes have to come above family commitments, even above her own son, who was currently living with his grand mother. Piers could not be entrusted to take care of the boy any more, but now that she had reorganised her life, Alex could come back home. But first Fran had to get rid of this unwanted interloper.

Her son was happy, he thought he was on holiday, and no doubt his granny was spoiling him rotten. But she did wish that he was back home with her, so that she could nurture him and offer the boy her breast milk, her big breasts tingled in anticipation and longing.

Fran?s job had taken her away around the country, often for weeks at a time, but that lecture tour was now almost over, with less than a fortnight to go, and whilst she was going to have to leave a lot of foolishly besotted men to their fantasies, she had not forgotten her life at home. Piers probably had not even noticed that Fran had taken her most powerful breast pump with her, in order to keep her shapely HH cup breasts in tip-top shape, but some of the people on the drooling front rows had definitely noticed.

Fran?s breast pumping had been so successful that whether she wanted to or not, she was showing off her new enormous ******s! So whenever Fran spoke to any of these men, in a hotel conference hall or in their board rooms, they were usually too distracted to look her in the eyes, they were too busy talking to her imposing chest. In fact, she was thinking of wearing a T-shirt with the words ?Hello; - I?m up here!? emblazoned across her *****.

Still, it was her own fault: She had no idea when she started inducing lactation this time around, that the result would leave her with enormous lactating breasts, and permanently erect massive hard ******s that never go! She kept unconsciously touching and playing with them through her blouse, which her audience found incredibly distracting, and she wondered what people were thinking when she was out and they are so big and visible through her tops.

Hardly anyone, during the last week, had lifted his or her mesmerised eyes from her chest. Yes, - she felt insulted by their lack of respect, but hey, it is their problem if their procedures all go pear shaped because they were not paying attention! (Or should that be pair shaped?) Her 50-inch ***** stuck straight out in her strong HH-cup nursing bra, with extra wide straps. It had to be that strong because of the weight they had to support, with her breasts weighing more than 12lb each but the five times daily pumping had brought her ******s up like ships rivets; she had even suffered an inadvertent leak during one afternoon lecture. It created a big wet patch on the left side of her blouse. For about 20 minutes or so, it was incredibly embarrassing, but she did go and change her blouse during the tea break.

She had been able to go home briefly last week, before getting back into her car and heading for the hotel room in Cardiff which Fran?s company had booked for her. This was when she discovered that her husband had brought some fat-assed, fat bosomed lactating **** into her house. -- It wouldn?t be for sex, Piers was far too cynical and decent for that and, -- with that pernicious illness, not really minded to it. No, he was more like a bloody Vampire, but it was not human blood he craved, it was human breast milk! Fran was amazed to discover, via the internet, just how many lactating women were virtually queuing up to give their milk to strangers in lieu of sex, or sell it for large sums of cash.

Either way, she was determined to put a stop to it.

She could storm in there all annoyed, catch them at it, and throw the cow out, but no,
She decided that a fist fight, or any other kind of normal fight would be inappropriate; the point was to teach this fat titted milk cow, and Piers, a lesson, that she is superior, has the best breasts and is the best milker. ?I don?t know! - Perhaps I should challenge her to a milk-off!?? Fran said to herself as she drove down the M40. ?When I finally get back, I?ll check out the competition first, - find out who she is, where she lives, weigh-up my chances. I don?t want to look a fool in front of them,? she told herself. Much as she enjoyed a good scrap, this was not the occasion; she could not afford to get all bruised up, it would look very odd to her new bosses.

Then there would be questions about the black eye, scratched face, bust lip etc? etc. She would not last in this job very long if that happened, so a more civilised confrontation would have to replace her usual modus operandi.


The catfights she had had as a school girl with jealous rivals over her unusually enormous breasts had been exciting, she discovered that she actually enjoyed fighting, but it had got her dismissed from almost every school she attended. Then the catfight brawls, in her teens and 20s with biker chicks who thought they were tough were good and very stimulating, until she got into her 30s, and into real Titfighting with tough, busty equals for fun, as her ***** continued to grow ever larger, which she loved. It all stopped for about a year while she was pregnant with Morag, and both she and I were delighted when her ***** reached epic proportions and they never reduced. I can honestly say at this stage I was getting a bit worried about her breast obsession because she even went to the extreme of inducing lactation if there was the slightest threat of them diminishing. This is where I came in useful, because, at her insistence, I had to take my turn at the breast too.

2006 was the year, which was devastating; On Doctors orders because of a broken knee joint, Fran decided to quit and lose weight. She lost many pounds by a punishing fittening regime, and also inadvertently reduced her ***** from a burgeoning J cup to a DD cup. Years later, 2010, she decided she wanted to do Titfighting again, a ?last throw of the dice? at 46 years old. But as she put the weight back on, she discovered that her ***** now sagged, when what she wanted was firm *****, so she set about inducing lactation again (with my dedicated help; - well, some poor sucker has to do it J). Now with the help of robust pumps, things were returning to being firm and toned up, if rather heavy; - I am now buying her the strongest nursing bras ever!.

Now she discovered that she had a lot to do to rebuild her reputation.
I had strayed from being totally faithful and wanted to experience the fruits of other women, as Fran seemed to be never around; - lecturing and living in hotels around the country, as she did. Well, I?m not a monk. Then along came Laura Keen. I had advertised over the Internet for someone for an ANR or ABF. I honestly thought it would come to nothing, so I was surprised when my hopes worked out. Then I began feeling like a guilty rat, and the absent Fran made it plain that she would deal with my ?milk cow? on her return home. This is where my Machiavellian streak kicks in; if there was going to be the possibility of a catfight, I?d nurture it to make sure it happens. Laura had spent long enough with me to have built up that unique bond between feeder and giver. So the scene was set.

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Chapter 3.

Fran?s body was now fitter and stronger than ever, as honed as an athlete. Because lactation builds breast glands inside the breasts, instead of excess fat accumulation on the outside, it is a natural way of getting very large, very firm *****! With all the floor exercises she was still doing, the weight training, and bicycling, she was remaining fairly slim elsewhere, but bursting with energy, -- and her toned breasts were bursting her bras!!! But, her breasts were now the best they had ever been! Okay, as her alveoli expanded and clusters of milk glands grew bigger, her breasts became heavier, but she was now more than fit enough to heft them about.

If the milk cow interloper who was infesting her house while she was away wanted trouble, she was more than ready for her. She constantly felt the underlying tension between herself and the unseen equally turgidly breasted woman, and wondered about who actually has the best *****, and who would dominate who in a fair **** against **** fight. But she worried too, because now that her own ***** were bigger and heavier, fighting with them could be more critical, more potentially damaging.

In normal circumstances, slapping ***** with another woman was no big deal, it did not hurt (despite the slapping sounds and reddened skin) and no injury could occur, especially if the women were fit. But taking such thoughtless liberties with lactating **** were a different matter. They would still not suffer by being hit, even though lactating breasts are a lot more sensitive and susceptible to pain; no, the problem was the increased weight of the breasts, which can cause them to ache. In addition, the weight can actually stretch the breast ligaments of big **** in particular, -- if the woman had not kept them fit, causing back pains, shoulder pains, neck pain and breast pain. In extreme circumstances, breasts could physically stretch, never to return to their former healthy condition. No woman would want that.

She would have been better off with a pair of D cups, she thought ruefully. They have shorter ligaments, so the same strain is not placed on them and if battling it out in a **** fight with an equal, for example, they can swing and hit each other pretty hard without causing any injury or pain, in such a battle it is about who can last the longest. ***** end up reddened, but no harm done, it can even be good-natured fun. ***** bigger than G cup are on the brink of risking more.

The fulcrum of what defines a winner in such circumstances is the breast ligaments (Cooper?s ligaments,) interwoven into the breast tissues, which suspend them from the thoracic muscles of the upper chest, as well as supporting from the sides and underneath. This defines the shape, weight bearing and pertness of breasts, and thus their incredible beauty. But the bigger the breasts are, the longer the ligaments, and, obviously, the more strain they are put under. The trick is to keep them as fit as possible with suitable exercise. Pec flys using hand weight dumb bells are a good way of getting the pectoral muscles fit.

After spending that night in the privacy of her hotel room musing on such things as she used her electric breast pump, she realised that in just over a week, she would be facing her big *** rival.

Busty Laura Keen lay flat on her back on her living room floor with a dumb bell in each hand, bringing them up to the middle of her mountainous chest with each move. It had been all over the TV and the Internet for months, about Dr Laura Williams? exercises to slow down the Cooper's ligament stretching process, with exercises designed to strengthen the area.

According to personal trainer Laura Williams, pec flys help to strengthen the muscles that lift the breast tissue. Big breasted Laura Keen, had been doing Pec flys with dumbbells for ages, and she could not only feel the benefits in her pecs and ligaments she could see the difference too. Bent Over Row, Chest Dips, and Chest Stretches, all contributed to the perfection of her womanly figure.

Looking at herself in the mirror without a bra on, her huge lactating breasts looked well supported. ?Not bad for **** weighing almost 15lb each!? she thought, turning left and right, admiring her profile. She admired everything; the way her pecs held everything together beneath her arm pits, the ski-slope curve of her breasts, the way her big round smooth orbs shone as though they were polished, the way her dark areolas topped her breasts like mole hills, her big ******s on top, almost always with a bead of white liquid on the tips.

She loved her big breasts and the way in which keeping them lactating filled them out. Her boy, Tommy, though he was older, still loved mommy?s milk and suckled more than a small baby would, so the supply and demand ratio had increased, but she made sure she kept her breast pump in full production as well and her new friend, Piers, helped out a lot too. But she was perturbed that she might have hit a raw nerve with his wife, who, according to Piers, was equally busty and wanted to find out who has the best ****. Laura turned sideways on a couple more times, - ?She?ll regret it!? she growled as she admired her own profile. ?Bring it on, - *****!? she rehearsed in the mirror.

The moment she entered Piers? living room, Laura instinctively felt that something was going on; the tension left behind by another potent lactating woman?s presence was electrifying. The tension excited her, and caused her to rise to the unspoken, unknown challenge. Like a cavewoman of old, she was prepared to fight for domination. She felt her ******** flicker at the thought of heaving the argument out into the open with her, perhaps even heaving her own huge breasts against this woman?s breasts, - and deflating them in a battle Royal! Her breasts tingled in excited anticipation, her tight clusters of milk gland nodules seemed to heave as they seemed to go into overdrive in preparation to prove themselves if need be. ?Hush now girls!? Laura soothed her rock hard swollen breasts as she patted them. Piers knew something was going on, he could feel it too; Laura?s excitement was infectious, and, for the first time in ages, with his altered health situation, he felt a positive surging in his loins.

Laura entered the room and sat down on the sofa next to Piers. She was wearing a blue denim mini skirt this time, which showed off a lot more than just her muscular and shapely thighs! But it was set off well with her dark, 3 inch high, flat-heeled leather boots. She wore a voluminous ivory white blouse over her breasts, which both hid her huge ***** and emphasized them at the same time. She had already tossed her blue denim jacket to the floor. She had to take a ?dress size? much bigger than her normal size 14 for her top half, so big in fact, that to make it fit her torso, it had to be extra large, leaving her with tremendously long sleeves. ?Yes, I know I look like a bloody Orang Utan in this jacket, but I?m sure I have bigger ***** than anything else on the planet in my height,? she laughed.

?Did you know that for our size, human females have the biggest mammaries than any other mammal on the planet?? she asked.

?Yes, I did know that? I said.

?My **** are bursting with milk,? Laura said as she rubbed the sides of her aching organs. ?Did you say something about the bedroom this time??

?Yes, go straight through. First on your left for the spare room,? I said.
?It?s all ready.?

I felt that this time, I might be betraying Fran?s trust, but using a bedroom for my purpose felt more purposeful, more intimate.

Laura?s ***** were rock hard because she had allowed them to become engorged to ensure a spectacular Letdown, as she had done last time; only now they were hurting, aching and throbbing. Letdown could not come soon enough as far as she was concerned. Now when Piers walked into the bedroom, Laura lay on her back, in just a very revealing white thong and her nursing bra, which kept her **** firmly pointing towards the ceiling. Her legs were bent and her knees were pointing up. She seductively unhooked the nursing flaps on her bra and she eased the entirety of her huge, hard breasts, out through the flaps, the rest of the garment holding her breasts firm as they lay like boulders on her vast chest, with her long thick dark ******s also pointed at the ceiling.

Her big lumpy breasts were so firm and so pert they were in no danger of flopping out to her sides. She held them gently on either side, the skin was so tight it shone like silk, her dark pink ******s were thickening and extending further as her mole hill-like areolas thickened as Laura stroked and squeezed her own breasts. She groaned at the deep aching in her breasts as the full glands in her areolas and deep inside her breasts swelled and throbbed, almost causing pain, as they begged for release. ?Hey Mr Piers. You ever seen a milk fountain?? Laura said.

?I don?t think I have,? I said as I struggled to divest myself of the encumbrance of clothes, the trousers being particularly difficult to remove with a long, stiff ***** in the way.

?How about a double fountain?? Laura said, then manipulating her mounded areolas, let out a long sigh as both ******s spurted a spray of milk towards the ceiling. Her **** seemed to spray for half a minute and she laughed as it showered down on both of us.

?They say that breast milk is the best thing for bathing in,? she said as she lay there literally covered in it. ?It does wonders for the skin.?

?Okay, I expect to have wonderful skin after today then!? I said, also drenched in her beautiful lactate. I lay down half across her, covered in breast milk and taking the left breast in both my hands (it was too big for one hand to hold) I suckled thirstily from her fat ******. Laura groaned as she held my head and squirted the milk down my throat. But as I suckled, her right breast began to spontaneously spray too, spraying a powerful jet across the room, showering most of the bed and the room.

When we had finished Laura told me about supply and demand, which I already knew as I went through the same with Fran. I was happy that little Tommy had had his fill because once Laura had made herself comfortable; her breasts had already made up more lactate. On that morning however, Tommy had not taken his usual amount and I noticed that Laura?s ******s were so hard and long and her breasts so engorged with mother?s natural liquid that they were both hard to the touch.

But her breasts were so full and engorged she was in pain, so I told her I would relieve her pain and as soon as I lifted them it started coming in streams all over my face and I couldn't stop it. Then my lips parted and took it in; the stream from her unoccupied breast went clear across the room and made me so excited that I came on the spot! It was quite a few minutes with Laura?s milk spurting across the room and my semen spurting all over the bed and Laura. And once we had both finished, she smeared my semen all over her ***** and I plunged my **** deep into her as quick as I could. As I shafted her I suckled and massaged her ****, which had the effect of making her ******. Her **** had become sensitised by then and every time I pulled twisted and squeezed one of her long stiff ******s, she came.

That was the first session, and sex eased its way into our milking sessions, as milking became a regular part of our sex. She would also get on top with her ******s dripping and initiate intercourse, and I would greedily milk each of her huge breasts her with my mouth until my chest and face were covered in her milk, then I would give her full breasts relief by drinking as much of her milk as I could while thrusting in and out of her.

When she came, one or both breasts would squirt milk. Then Laura would squeeze her milk all over my genitals and she would give me a slippery hand job, then suck her milk off of them. Then we would do it all again, both of us ending up covered in her milk. It?s incredible just how hot a lactating mother can be! I wondered at how she made so damn much of it!

And when it was over, there would be the inevitable discussions.

?So how did your amazingly beautiful ***** get this big?? I tentatively asked.

?Believe it or not, before I got pregnant with Tommy, I started out as a 38 D,? Laura said. ?But when I was pregnant my ***** immediately started growing, shooting up to a J cup in the first 3-4 months!!! ? Oh, I saw tons of doctors, but none of them had ever seen anything like it, and didn?t know what to do with me.? Laura said.

?And?? I prompted.

?Well, finally, one of my Internet searches came up with something, and I figured out that I had developed gestational macromastia.

?I?d be careful of self diagnosis if I were you,? I said.

?Yeah, well, it?s a, - it?s a disorder in which the breasts over-react to the pregnancy hormones and don?t know when to stop growing,? Laura stammered. ?And by the time I delivered at 34 weeks, I was popping out of a size 38 L bra. That?s more than 17 inches of breast flesh! Giving me a generous bust of about 56 inches. Since then, they have continued to produce gallons of milk! They just don?t know when to stop!? Laura concluded.

?But my toning exercises are keeping them in order and I now got my waist back to 24 inches over my 38 inch hips. It wasn?t easy after having Tommy, he was a big baby!? she said.

?But yeah, my **** are a **** of a weight to hump around,? she added with feeling.

?You?re not inducing and using a breast pump too are you?? I asked.

?A bit,? Laura said defensively, ?It?s easier to get out for Tommy and I can keep it in the fridge. Ha ha, my fridge is groaning with the amount of my *** milk in there,? Laura laughed.

?Well, that?s what?s causing your over production. It?s supply and demand. Your body thinks there is too much demand so supplied milk accordingly!? I said.

?Sheesh!!!? Laura said.

?But don?t stop,? I said, ?I love it.?

Piers warned Laura that Fran would be coming home within the week, so their arrangement might have to change.

Laura was not too pleased about that. After trying to persuade Piers to leave Fran, and to come and live with her, she started plotting against Fran.

?If I can?t please the man with my big **** and gallons of milk, then SHE certainly can?t. I won?t let her.?

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Chapter 4

Laura was a woman who knew what she wanted; oh, Piers was NOT the prize, but she was completely obsessed with self, her own desires, her own success, her own dominance, her body, her figure, her big breasts, of which she was immensely proud and besotted. Nurturing her ***** to grow like that was no accident, she had actually worked at achieving her 56-24-38 inch figure, nor would she tolerate anyone bettering her. She certainly did not want to lose to another woman, especially one who represented a direct challenge to her, especially one with ****, which were a challenge to hers! She had a fierce steely streak running through her. In fact, I would not be surprised if Fran had not been her real target all along !

This little setback did not stop Laura pursuing what she thought she wanted. And so more days and nights of burgeoning passion set their worlds dangerously alight, but Piers knew as well as Laura that this was not about him and Laura, -- no, no; it was about Fran and Laura; psychotic Laura wanted a titfight battle with Fran to prove herself superior.

But Laura?s duplicity with Piers was emerging into a new level; her low moaning and words charged the air between man and woman erotically, her voice barely breaching a whisper; ?Life is the gift of nature. Love is the gift of life.??? ?Ohhh,? she gasped softly. ?Milking is the gift of love. ?? ?My breasts will always be full for youuu,? ?.?Ohhh.? she breathed, ?..her voice trailing away, ?? ?They?re bursting! -- Milk me, milk me, milk me,? she moaned low but urgent. ?Feel the unique bonding that only suckling gives,? she groaned slowly like a sorcerer casting a spell; ?The deep electrical tingles that course through my breasts, and your body -- to our most intimate organs are too titillating to pass up,?? she breathed slowly, almost imperceptibly. ?Your mind is transfixed on my erotically charged, swollen, heavy, milk engorged, breasts. My teats swell up for you,? she gasped, between breaths, then elaborated on the impending sexual act between us in graphic detail: (too pornographic even for this site!)

Thanks to annabuds for her inspiration.

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Fran?s final shift was up and she returned a lot wealthier and wiser to her home county in the north of England. But she also returned with a mission and vengeance in her heart; a mission to win her own family back, and vengeance against the ****ing big titted cow responsible for the breakdown of her family.

She had learned a lot about Laura from her private sources. She knew where she was living; she had driven over there to check it out. It seems she had more than just one son; she had been married three times and had numerous partnerships and affairs. She married usually for money, prior to that she had made a living as a stripper in London clubs. Her last husband had been a soldier, but he was not shot in Afghanistan, she had checked with the Ministry of Defence, he simply disappeared from his and Laura?s home. No one knew what had happened to him, even his close family did not know. Once she had sorted out this unsavoury business with Laura and Piers, Fran decided that she would ask the police to check for any human remains in her garden. Her fingers toyed with her phone, flirting across the buttons? ?

When Fran arrived home that Friday afternoon, she drove the mile or so down the deep wooded lane towards her house, and in that bucolic landscape with its long grasses, woods, leafy shade, somewhat sparse at this time of year, and as it was only March 4th it would start getting dark pretty early. She parked her dark blue car beneath the deep dank shade of the tall chestnut and sycamore trees on the edge of the small copse a hundred yards from her house, and waited for her latest nemesis to arrive. Fran had only wanted to show off her new enormous ******s to Piers! She had been re-inducing lactation all month and, ? well? she had no idea when she started inducing lactation that the result would leave her with the biggest breasts and long thick hard ******s that never go! She kept imagining what people were thinking when they were so big and visible through her tops, not that the lusting men at her seminars kept their thoughts entirely to themselves.

She just wanted them to be fondled and sucked hard. Now she felt betrayed or cheated. Someone was certainly getting her ******s and **** fondled and sucked hard, but it was not her! She unpacked her alternative battery powered breast pump, in readiness for her surprise entrance. It was to be another half an hour before the ?cow udder? woman?s white car scrunched along the front drive in front of the house, and as she waited, the tension began to build, and she began to shiver uncontrollably with anticipation, anger and outrage.

She looked at the dashboard clock, unclasped the breast flaps on her nursing bra and began to use her breast pump suction cups to stretch her already huge ******s. If she was going to make Piers notice her after her absence, she would make sure he could not miss her! Because of the last month of inducing lactation, she did not really need to use the pump, her ******s were already extremely prominent, but she wanted to make a spectacular entrance. Teasing her ******s with the suction cups, she managed to lengthen and thicken them to imposing proportions; the drawback was that it left her ******s reddened and absolutely huge. She did not take it as far as draining much milk off beyond a few drops, she wanted to remain reasonably engorged, but she also wanted her ******s to be huge, - and the breast pump sucked them to the length and thickness of cows teats.

At this point, the milk cow?s car pulled onto the gravel in the sun bathed drive. A very elegant woman got out of the car wearing a cream coloured, pleated summer skirt, complementary to the exceptional spring weather everyone was enjoying, which emphasized her shapely hips and swung alluringly as she walked. She looked to be a size 14, though Fran could tell at a glance that the long cream ruched blouse on her top half was more like a size18 or 20, maybe even something as outlandish as a size 24 and she looked to be bursting out of that! The contrasting green cloth belt she wore over it really emphasized her massive ********. Her long dark wavy hair hung down her back beyond her waist. She slammed her car door and went straight into the house.

?Uh huh? Make yourself at home, why don?t you?? Fran chided. ?Bloody cheek,? she said as she fastened her blouse loosely over her ***** sticking out of her nursing bra, her erect ******s like stiff fingers! She had impressed herself with the way her ******s had thickened up to the amazing proportions they had, and they showed no signs yet of going soft, but she could not fasten her nursing bra over them now. ?Wow. These will intimidate her,? she thought as she gently massaged her basketball-sized ***** to stimulate them and firm them up. Her breasts and ******s tingled as they demanded more stimulation, but now was not the time, it was time to hurry into her house to confront the fat boobed interloper before her teats began to reduce, although, she didn?t think they would anytime soon.

Fran drove her car the few feet to her own front gate and parked fender to fender with Laura?s car, giving it a firm shove as she did so, as if to say ?get out of my parking space you *****!? She estimated that Piers and his pet cow had had enough time to incriminate themselves and she went to the door and let herself quietly in.

Fran spotted Laura?s clothes strewn untidily across the floor, and she surmised that she and Piers must be in the spare bedroom. Fran took her own clothes off, down to her skimpy briefs overshadowed by her basketball sized *****, topped with her massive teats sticking out, and placed them carefully on a chair. Because she had been inducing them, her ***** stuck out on her chest like massive stone corbels and so firm that they hardly moved, they were solid and rock hard to the touch because she had deliberately allowed them to become engorged. She was paying for it now because not only did they ache and throb like ****, they actually hurt deep inside; she was almost desperate to get them milked. Shoving the bedroom door boldly open, she strode in to confront the sight, which she hoped she would never see.

Fran need not have worried, Piers was sitting on the bed, still mostly clothed, while Laura was lying stark naked on her back, apart from a revealing white thong, and nothing else, holding her huge breasts, about to do her milk fountain party trick. She figured that her breasts were so firm today that they would not need a bra of any kind. She rolled onto her side where she could get a better look at Fran. Her huge boulder-like ***** stiffly rolled around as she moved, stiff, because Laura?s breasts were so engorged and sticking out to their full length. She looked Fran up and down as though appraising some livestock being paraded before her. ?So. ? You?re Fran!? Laura said, almost critically. ?Are you wearing those ugly bags of fat on your chest for a bet?? Laura joked as she looked at Fran?s huge breasts.

?At least I?m not wearing a joke Fat suit,? Fran quipped back scathingly.

?Nice nips,? Laura praised her. ?What do you think of these?? she said exposing her naturally thick engorged ******s. They were absolutely incredible and Laura knew it. She slowly rolled onto her front, her body moving in a very feline-like way. She knelt on the bed on all fours goading Fran and enjoying making her appreciate her breasts by swinging the over stuffed mammary bags gently.

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Chapter 5

Being primed for her party trick, there was some drippage from her ******s, but it stopped as the atmosphere became unpleasant and strained. They were more separated and swollen up like cushions on account of engorgement, hanging free and totally naked, her long brown ******s impressively erect on her areolas. This infuriated Fran. Then Laura allowed her long thick breasts to just hang, and even with her arms fully stretched out, her fat ******s lay firmly on the bed, wetting it in patches as her ******s began to leak again. These were seriously big ****.

?Hello. It?s good to have you home,? Piers said. ?What on earth has happened to your breasts? They are bigger, fuller, -- and your ******s. ?Wow!? he said nervously.

Laura glared admonishment at Piers, then glared jealous hate at Fran, especially her rival?s *****. ?You should see Laura?s party piece!? Piers said, smiling apologetically as he felt Laura?s stare burning through his shoulders and the heavy tension in the room. ?It?s amazing!?

?I?ll ruin more than her party piece before she leaves my house!? Fran threatened.

?I suppose you aim to ruin my ******s with those, -- those, -- joke ******s of yours?? Laura said. The atmosphere palpably worsened as the women escalated their aggression towards each other.

?Put your ******s against mine, and my ******s will wreck yours,? Fran threatened, almost hysterically.

The unique and individualized mother?s instinct is often a force to reckon with. When a woman becomes a mother she somehow taps into a psychic and connected power to understand the intricate details of another human. Laura and Fran were now uniquely connected. People say the most dangerous place to stand is between a mother and her child, but I have found that the analogy can be extended to include: ?or between a lactating woman and her lover,? simply because the bond is equally strong! A mother?s instinct can turn perfectly sane women into erratic and hysterical fighters with super hero strength and ability.

If they feel that what is theirs is being threatened women with their mother?s instincts switched on, as when lactating, will fight for it.

Fran had just wanted to show off her new enormous ******s to Piers!
Though she did not tell him that she was going to do it, the result of inducing lactation this time around left her with the biggest breasts and hardest ******s she had ever had ! And now she had just blown his mind with having stretched her ******s with the suction cups of her breast pump.

?In answer to your question, Piers; I have been inducing lactation so I can help you.? Fran said petulantly and not a little aggrieved.

?If you're still inducing, how big do you want to be? Laura sneered, staring disapprovingly at Fran?s breasts with more than a hint of heavy sarcasm in her voice. ?I have grown from 38C to 40L. The girls are huge and sensitive,? Laura said, patting them. ?And my ******s stay erect all day. I'm milked 5 times daily, and think about it in between. I never imagined what an amazing experience this would be!? -- ?But don?t misunderstand, these babies are not delicate, they?re tough!? she added as a note of warning for Fran.

?Five times a day?? Fran said disbelievingly.

?You want details? -- Okay!? Laura said with the air of exasperation of one who has been asked this question a dozen times before:

?Normally, during the working week I'm milked 5 times a day--once early in the morning before me and my son Tommy are out of bed--;?
?Second time, I use a pump around 10-11 am while working on the computer, using a double, hands-free pump. The alternating sucking sensation is pretty amazing!? she enthused.
?Third time around is at 3 pm, and I use the double pump again. --
Fourth time is after dinner and Tommy has dessert. Mmmmmm, I love being suckled.
Fifth time before bedtime, a long luxurious suckling.?

?Weekends, we usually add a sixth session.?

?And before you ask, - I stay at least moderately aroused in between sessions, except when I?m coming to see Piers, then I?m VERY aroused and find that my breasts have swollen to his liking. And mine too, of course! I love the feeling of fullness I have and how big they?ve got.?

Laura might well sport an exceptionally comely 56-24-38 inch figure, (with almost 18 inches of breast flesh over her 38 inch rib cage,) but Frances had not been lax with her body reshaping, and presented a challenging 50-28-40 inch figure, (with 12 inches breast flesh over her 38 inch chest). For the first time in her adult life, Fran found herself deficient in the **** size department. In ordinary circumstances, her opponent would be quaking at the sight of 12 inches of solid breast meat mounted on her chest, but now that the challenge was out, she would just have to deal with it.

?Piers mind is transfixed on my swollen, heavy, milk engorged, breasts. My teats swell up only for him. Milking is the gift of love. My breasts will always be full for Piers,? Then she elaborated on the sexual acts between them: ??

?I love the satin smooth feel of his **** in my mouth... pulling on his balls, stretching them and feeling his **** swell and stiffen against my tongue. The sweet slipperiness of the pre-*** and the satisfying blast of ******.? ?? ?I love it!!!? she BIT the words viciously off the air.

She feels her overheated **** throbbing in excitement of the situation, but not just at the thrill of illicit sex, but more in red-hot anticipation of fighting Fran. She wonders if she has goaded Fran enough. She doesn?t want just a **** comparison contest, then unceremoniously thrown out of the house; -- no, she wants a FIGHT!

She takes the moment to reach her hands under her breasts, slides them around the shiny, engorged orbs leaking grease from her Montgomery glands, massaging her ******s and pulling on them, stretching them until they start to dribble more pure white pearls of milk on the tips of her ******s, then it runs down the shafts and runs onto the bed. She is loving the way the sensation reaches all the way into her **** -- flooding with wetness. She is ready for more. Her breasts are just too engorged at the moment for a Letdown. They ache and throb. ??

We were mesmerised by Laura?s swinging breasts as she taunted Fran. But my wife?s fuse is famously short, and it was finally lit by the pungent odour of Laura?s freshly released ******l juices and she suddenly launched herself onto the bed and wrestled the surprised Laura onto her back, and perching astride her, began boxing her face with her breasts. She twisted her torso and shoulders rapidly from side to side, swinging her 25 lb of big ***** across Laura?s face, slapping it from side to side several times. Her extended, freshly thickened ******s, were rough on Laura?s face and scraped her skin as they dragged across it.

This was the stimulation that her extended ******s were waiting for, and milk rapidly covered Laura?s face and soaked the pile of pillows and cushions where Fran had pushed Laura?s head. Fran had pinned Laura?s arms pretty good, so she started to buck, which actually made things worse for herself as Fran perched upright on her knees and rode Laura?s bucking, which was no problem for Fran as she was an accomplished horse woman, and Laura?s own **** kept slapping her in her own face.

But even as Fran laughed at her, her own huge ******** bounced up and down, flexing and expanding and slapping loudly against her own chest. Laura increased her wild bucking, her **** slapping her own face audibly, but Laura achieved what she wanted and they both sprawled across the bed again as Laura managed to unseat Fran. My wife?s big ***** twisted and slapped as she attempted to right herself, hampered by Laura who was trying to maul her *****. Each of the four enormous breasts were just too pliable and mobile as their hands grasped, ******d and pulled at one another?s breast flesh. As they fought, Laura began to pull, stretch and twist Fran?s whole left areola, while Fran took the initiative to grab Laura?s sweat and ******l fluid soaked thong and rip it off her and proceeded to loop it around her right ***. While Laura thought she had taken the advantage, Fran showed her otherwise by tightening the thong noose around Laura?s breast and used it to start squeezing her milk glands.

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Chapter 6

The heavily veined organ turned purple as it swelled up from the constriction pulling tighter and tighter around it. The fact that the noose was wet, made it tighten more than it should have. Laura yelled out as milk sprayed from the numerous clearly visible holes in the big fat ******, and soaked Fran, but Fran felt that she had proved her point and slid to the floor. Laura knelt up on the bed and began to untie her right breast, and threw the torn thong at Fran. ?This is ?the gauntlet? then, is it?? Fran said.

?Take it whatever way you want, *****!? Laura said, ?but you?d better kiss your **** goodbye before I destroy them!? she said.

Fran laughed at her, but she did not want their conflict to end like this, she had intended this to be the gauntlet. She had humiliated her, and now she taunted her. ?I hope you enjoyed the milk facial.? she said. ?That?s what a REAL woman?s breast milk feels like and tastes like,? she goaded. ?If my husband needs REAL ***** milk, I?m back now and you can take your joke milk bags away with you now,? Fran said. ?But not until I?ve flattened them!? she concluded. Laura was angry and she quickly got up from the compromising position Fran had put her in, and slid onto her feet on the floor to confront the stranger. Fran had half hoped that Laura would just leave, but that did not happen.

Whilst it would be a misnomer to describe the impending intended action as a fight, the fact remained that both women intended to hurt each other?s breasts and possibly milk them, measuring their success by this yardstick.

Both women stared at each other?s heavy *****. Fran felt her usual thrill of excitement at the start of a breast fight, beginning in her groin and surging through her stomach, then through the rest of her body, initiating some kind of warriors empowerment, and as it reached her **** it made them tingle as though they had received a shock, force an involuntary in breath, thrusting her **** out and straightening her shoulders and back. As she flexed her shoulders back expanding her pectoral muscles, which lifted her breasts. The thrill returned from her hard ******s down to her vulva, causing that to swell up. Laura?s **** looked to be absolutely HUGE! And the thrill and challenge of fighting with her massive ********, ****** to ******, breasts against breasts seared through her in exactly the same way it had ripped through Fran. But as Laura followed Fran?s example and thrust her huge breasts outwards and expanded her chest, she thought Fran?s ***** to be equally huge. This was the challenge she had been looking for, for years!

Each magnificently breasted woman stared at one another?s big, well presented breasts bulging outwards from their chests, and Laura was taken aback and slightly intimidated at the size, length and thickness of Fran?s incredible ******s. Fran noticed that Laura?s looked very similar to her own, but Laura had not been tweaking them up with a breast pump, they were naturally like that! ?Oh ****!? Fran thought as pangs of uncertainty crept unwelcome into her mind, but at the same time, her primal cavewoman lust began to surface and amidst the sexual arousal she was feeling at the impending contest, and the desire to subjugate this woman, she felt as though she wanted to rip her limb from limb with her bare hands. Struggling to contain herself, Fran remembered what she was there for.

The two women instinctively sized each other up with their eyes, - measuring inches, calculating weight, estimating breast weight, working out how they would wreck each other?s ****. One disadvantage Fran had was that she was two inches shorter than Laura.

Fran felt a deep hatred for this woman burning within. It was a very rare thing for Fran to meet any woman with **** bigger than hers; natural **** that is, not those gross implanted silicone things which became a tasteless fashion a few years ago. Oh, they were fine as medical implants, as a prosthetic following a mastectomy, but not a fashion statement! She hated it when she did come across women who stooped so low, and for some reason unknown to her, she psychotically hated the bearer of such huge unyielding Juggs. More than once, these situations had ended in a ferocious fight. But it had been a VERY long time since that had last happened, but they usually began something like ?My natural **** are better than those ugly silicone things,? and it would escalate from there.

But here, her enemy was standing in front of her, flaunting her massive, fat, NATURAL, spherical chest bags at her, bulging pertly, her thick ******s emerging from her dark, mounded areolas reddened around the ****** area. And because this breast goddess?s mammaries were clearly bigger than hers, Fran was seething inside, and like a boiling cauldron she burned with raw, green, destructive jealousy. ?Before I throw you out, my **** will fight yours, then when I?ve flattened them, I?ll milk them dry!? Fran said.

I had never seen her so angry, and I believed that she could do what she just threatened.

?Well, well, well Ms cow teats! If your ***** attack my big boobies, you?ll be taking your ?little girls? to the hospital to get them fixed with cosmetic surgery!? Laura taunted. ?I?ll be joining the queue BEHIND you then, won?t I,? ? ?while you?re standing there with them in your hands, pleading with the surgeon to stitch them back on!? Fran said with her surreal sense of humour to the fore.

For me, I honestly could not tell who did actually have the best ***** and who would dominate who! Besides, I know of no accurate method of weighing *****. Size isn?t everything; the mechanics of this fight would be unlike any I had ever seen before. Watching shapely well formed **** of whatever size going at it always turned me on, but I don?t think I had seen any of the proportions of Laura?s beautiful breasts. The weight of such milk engorged breasts presented unknown hazards to their owners with possible injury, short-term pain and long term injury causing permanently sagging ****.

I knew Fran?s breasts weighed in excess of 12.5lbs each, and that clearly, now the women were close together, Laura?s breasts were probably 3 or 4 pounds heavier. A fifteen pound *** was a **** of a weight to be flinging around, still more so when used as a weapon. In the circumstances of lighter breasts hitting each other, DD up to G, no damage is caused and no pain is sustained, but breasts of the weight of Laura?s and Fran?s were risking it all on tearing their breast ligaments and winding up with unsightly sagging bags.

As they stood there face to face in the small spare bedroom, there barely seemed to be room for both women?s huge breasts. Far from sagging, they were full and round and so firm that they perched on their chests, ensuring the fullness of their breasts was thrust forwards, largely due to their breasts being competitively engorged. This gave the impression that they stuck out a long way in front of them; well, I suppose they did. Laura?s cup size, after all indicated that her breasts were each at least 17 inches of solid breast flesh and potent mammary glands perched on her 38 inch rib cage, while Fran?s indicated at least 12 inches of solid breast flesh and solid mammary glands over her 38 inch chest.

?So are you just going to stand there pissing me off before I wade in and flatten you?? Fran said in annoyance, beginning to swing her breasts gently in practice for the next phase of their fight as she did so.

Laura?s breasts were fully engorged, as on the last few occasions she visited Piers.

?I?m going to have to let out some of this excess milk, otherwise I can?t swing my *****? she said to Fran, manipulating them and playing for time as she began to plot a way out of this. She was more than aware of Fran?s Titfighting reputation, and though she had the weight advantage, she had very little titfight experience. ?I?ve looked forwards to this big **** fight so much, you wouldn?t believe it!? Laura said. ?But today, my **** are going to beat yours to pulp.?

She hefted just her heavy left **** with both hands (her hands almost unable to encompass the massive organ) and twisting it to the front over her right *** hanging down to her naval, pointed it at Fran?s face, and let loose with a full blast in her face. Fran spluttered and tottered backwards several steps, surprised, and still clutching her own engorged mammaries while Laura laughed. Fran blinked, unable to see, as the milk had blinded her, and she was knocked off her balance when Laura?s left breast whacked across the outside of her left ***, almost spinning her around, an arc of milk spraying from Laura?s ******.

Fran stumbled and crashed against the bedroom arm-chair, which scooted across the carpet for a couple of feet on its casters; for one heart stopping moment, I thought she was about to go down onto her bad knee which she broke in a wrestling/titboxing match a few years ago, then that WOULD have been a quick win for Laura. But Fran regained her balance, and steadying herself, gathered her heavy ***** up and began sweeping the hefty weapons from side to side as she approached Laura.


The big brunette smiled as she swung both of her heavy breasts together in her hands at Fran?s ****, swinging the huge heavy clubs of flesh from side to side. Fran had only just turned around when Laura?s **** swept across both of Fran?s areolas, stinging them and her ******s badly. Laura?s return swing knocked Fran?s ***** from her hands altogether. The big mammaries bounced violently, and swung from side to side as Laura came in for another attack from her left with her hand held ****. Both ******s were spraying lightly as she swung her **** against Fran?s.

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Chapter 7

There was a loud wet ?SLAP!? as dense flesh hit dense flesh and Fran?s right **** dented and was sent flying to her right, across her chest. The slap did not hurt, but before they stopped swinging, Fran scooped up her huge *****, and as Laura?s ***** returned to the front, Fran targeted the right hand breast and slapped it hard, so hard, in fact, she knocked both of Laura?s breasts from her hands. They bounced and pulled violently on her breast ligaments ?AHH!! - If you stretch my **** you?ll pay for it!? Laura fumed.

?No, you?ll be paying your plastic surgeon yourself once my **** have torn yours from your chest!? Fran said as she swung her massive pair again.

?Don?t make me laugh!? Laura said as she swung her own ***** at Fran?s approaching rack, then grunted as more than 58lbs of hand held breasts smacked together, denting and contorting the firm breast flesh where they violently met. The women grunted and shrieked and absorbed the blow but staggered apart from the impact, with Laura, still holding onto her breasts, stumbling several strides backwards into the small hallway. If anything, this hall was a fraction of the size of the bedroom, which made the breast battle all the more intimate, and as they continued battering each other?s hand held breasts for the next 15 or 20 minutes in this sound damped space, they *******d each other back and forth, but ultimately through the open door into the living room where there was more room to fight.

Still gripping them tightly around their waists the now sweating women flung their breasts at each other, with increased vigour, their big round orbs thudding against each other causing milk and sweat to fly and settle on almost every surface in the room. I continued to move items out of their way in this small house while the women fought until their arm muscles were almost bursting and their **** were red raw. I followed the breast-fighter?s around the room picking up items of fallen furniture etc?? Sweat was pouring off the women?s skin, running down and around their breasts and coursing through the deep valleys of their spacious cleavages.

Not only were the women?s arm muscles at bursting point because of the immense weight of their breasts, they could barely hold onto their own ***** anymore because of all the slick of sweat and breast milk making their hands slip too often to be practicable.

No longer able to wield their heavy ***** with their hands again, they both paused. Fran resting breathlessly for a few seconds with her hands on her thighs above her knees, her magnificent breasts hanging and swinging gently, while Laura, gasping for breath, rested her hands on her hips and flexed her aching back. I switched the floor standing fan on to cool the women down, who were very appreciative of the ?thoughtful gesture,? (I was also being a little devious here, -- by keeping them cool, they will probably fight for longer.) The women stood and examined each other?s breasts for injury, but apart from reddening from hitting each other?s **** with their breast on breast punches, there wasn?t any.

I stood and admired both sets of magnificent **** and mused on how they had reached such humongous proportions perfectly naturally, as they had. Frances had grown big **** when she was 10; She had a 42-inch bust by the time she was 12. As other girls became more breast aware with time, Fran?s big ***** got her into numerous fights.

Teachers considered her to be a bad influence and these events eventually resulted in her leaving school at 15, working in horse riding stables for a while and shelf filling in big stores, the money from which, she bought her first motorbike, got in with the local biker gang, and, with the male dominated biker gangs being as sexist as they were in those days, she found herself being forced to catfight other girls from other gangs. Then she began working for a middle-aged couple into ****, and from this platform, because of her huge ****, she found herself Titfighting with numerous women.

College proved to be her saviour, and she managed to achieve enough qualifications to give her the chance of going to university and getting a good professional career out of it.

Better educated, better off, but still motorbike mad, and still into Titfighting, she met rookie journalist, Piers Knight. It was his job as a sports journalist, which drew her into amateur wrestling and Titfighting. So now her Titfighting continued as a fun hobby.

Laura regarded her ***** as a gift from God along with her baby son, and now that she had got used to them, she adored having them; she never knew before how much power they had over men, but she was making the most of it and enjoying it!

Laura placed her hands on her rear hipbones, puffed her chest out and strode boldly forwards at Fran, swinging her heavy loose breasts from the sides hard enough to batter Fran?s. Fran had placed her hands lightly on her hips and swung back as hard as she could. The magnificent mammaries met with the full force of their combined weight, broadside to broadside, with loud slaps reverberating as they collided. Then the women gradually increased the pace until they were flinging their huge udders back and forth vigorously with resounding impacts of their hefty Juggs, causing both women to stagger from the weight of the collisions.

Laura angrily determined to beat Fran at any cost and Fran was resolved to the same and they swung their huge breasts back and forth over and over again. Fran aimed her breasts carefully at Laura?s flopping **** and the women?s huge **** smashed together with uncompromising force, their breast milk and sweat spattering each other equally. Fran?s experience allowed her to get the upper hand and begin driving Laura back from the impacts. But this only had the effect of making Laura begin to swing her **** harder and faster, and the women?s mammary glands flattened together several times with loud, voluptuous claps as their breasts collapsed into each other.

The slapping together of each other?s ***** continued for another 20-30 minutes or so in a desperate effort to try to make the other give in first, but neither wanted to. The women knocked each other back and forth around the entire room, their big milk bags swinging violently, with most swings striking their targets. Their big hind milk glands began to take the brunt of their *** bashing, consequently their breast milk flew more strongly as it pumped forwards from their hind glands and spurted in showers as it was forced through their distended ******s and spattered in droplets as both women viciously clobbered each other?s red raw ***** as hard as they could.

Each woman looked hopefully for signs of injury on one another?s breasts, looking for advantage as they continued to battle, but there was nothing new. The women couldn't believe that although their **** were bright red they still didn't really hurt that much, just the hot stinging they expected from reddened flesh! But so far, very little damage had occurred to the intricate structural mesh of their breast flesh, or the deep mammary glands and tissues within, except for the deep bite on Laura?s right breast, there was only the hot stinging and superficial reddening that they perceived.

Yes, their **** were tough, even in their lactating condition, but what did hurt however, was when they collided with the furniture, acquiring bruises on their legs. Items were knocked off tables, chairs were knocked over, but none of this distracted them as they crashed around the room. Piers righted the furniture and moved it out of the way of the fighting women, whose heavy breast collisions continued to cause both women to stagger violently backwards, then immediately rush at each other again. Their areola and ****** tipped orbs received terrible punishment every time they smacked together.

But this time after the initial ?CLAP!? the women grabbed each other?s biceps and hammered their breasts together with brutal blows. The ?SLAP,? ?SLAP,? ?SLAP,? ?SLAP,? of their huge, taut breasts as they violently slapped and squashed against each other, pounded, crushed and flattened as much of the thick, dense fibrous glands in their firm breasts as nature would allow, -- forcing the excess flesh to swell out to their sides. Desperate shouts and grunts began to ring out in response. These sudden, sharp pains forced them back to battering each other?s mammaries with wide swings.

As if the sight of the two fit, near naked women swinging their immense lactating mammaries at each other was not an incredibly stimulating enough sight as their huge heavy juggs lifted off their chests and flew through the air, the tremendous crashes of the immense poundage of their sweat and milk soaked breast flesh resonating on the air was almost sensually unbearable. ?SMACK!? after ?SLAP!? after ?SPLAT!? accompanied by their Grunts, groans, catfight shrieks and desperate gasps had me cumming almost continuously as the two enraged, magnificently breasted women attacked each other?s **** with a terrifying determination to destroy the other?s offensively large ****.


The cries of anger continued as the relentless battering of each other?s heavy ***** continued at a blistering pace, their ***** knocking each other flying in all directions from ferocious breast punches and uppercuts. As their ***** bounced and swung widespread reddening crept across their breasts, followed by bruising as their **** ligaments began to stretch

Laura suddenly gasped in pain as a stabbing pain seared through her right breast and in an air of self protection Laura snapped and punched Fran?s stomach with one hand and her still firm, verging on hard breasts with the other. Fran backed away in surprise and told her "so that?s what you want huh? You want to punch *******?? ?I can do that!?

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Chapter 8

They came back together and Fran started to punch at Laura?s stomach and breasts while Laura connected exclusively with Fran?s still engorged breasts. ?Ok, for the men out there, that really does hurt !? (Fran says.) But she fought through the pain and gave it right back to her.

Fran was close enough to Laura that she used her left arm around the back of her neck and Laura put her left arm around the back of Fran?s neck. Their faces were close, but their bodies were moved away from each other so that their huge breasts hung down towards the floor. They both tussled for a minute or two, pulling each other around the room while their huge hanging firm udders swung and jiggled. All four breasts had massive, heavy spherical orbs which appeared suspended by their comparatively slim breast flesh, in which long stretch marks were appearing as they swung back and forth and around in circles.

Their udders made tempting targets for each other?s ire; they both had their right arms free and with rapid-fire movements of their forearms they started to clobber each other?s firm ****. Over and over they slugged away until both women felt that their breasts were on fire and their *** skin felt like it was tearing. Both women grunted as they clobbered each other?s breasts for what seemed like several long minutes, slapping and punching, the slaps cracking in the air and resounding loudly until Fran tried to hit Laura?s left *** so hard that she wanted it to reach her chin. It did, and they backed away from each other breathing very heavily. They had both been working out in their own way for months and were in pretty good shape.

The women got enough breath back and clashed again chest to chest, their breasts swallowing each other as the women tussled and wrestled each other and Laura used her superior height and weight to throw Fran onto the floor and jumped on top of her, slapping her heavy breasts against Fran?s. Their wild wrestling displaced each other and this Titfight was fast turning into an all out Catfight!! Laura found herself in a position to pin Fran?s arms with her legs but after Fran tore at her **** with her nails, Laura twisted around to get in one short punch to her face.

Fran spat out the blood the punch had caused and angrily kicked and bucked her off of her in record speed and rolled on top of her, breasts to breasts. Their engorged breasts were still so firm that they would not squash, but sat like bowling balls against each other on their chests and when the women tried to force them more tightly together they just resisted each other. As Fran sat astride Laura?s stomach, her knees level with Laura?s shoulders and her breasts rested on top of Laura?s breasts, Fran?s big, hard ******s lay alongside Laura?s and they matched, centimetre for centimetre. ?There?s no competition as to who has the best ******s,? Fran said breathlessly.

?Snap!? Laura observed. ?They?re the same length and same thickness,? she added.
?But my **** are about to crush yours and leave your milk soaking into my carpet!? Fran said malevolently and began to press the weight of her own ***** against Laura?s astonishingly firm breasts.

Fran?s ******s were lined up against Laura?s and she slowly sank the weight of her breasts against Laura?s. Fran?s heavy **** press reinforced by the weight of her torso caused Laura to groan in pain as her ***** refused to crush. Fran pulled back to sit up straight before lowering her massive ***** against Laura?s again. Laura managed to pull her trapped forearms out from between Laura?s thighs and her own side ribs and reached up to grasp the side of Fran?s right breast, squeezing the spare flesh as hard as she could, while Laura?s right hand went between Fran?s right breast and right arm to grab her hair at the crown of her head.

Fran shrieked as her hair was violently tugged. Pulling backwards only made things worse and lifted her ***** weight off of Laura?s plump *****. Fran resolved to simply ignore the distraction as her breasts sat like flared church bells on Laura?s *****, then continued to try to crush Laura?s **** with her own, leaning forwards to grind them round and round before withdrawing and slamming her **** down on Laura?s as hard as she could before another session of grinding.

Laura had taken more than enough of this from Fran and she began bucking and kicking to try to get free, but as an accomplished horse woman Fran could ride Laura?s bucks easily, but it set her **** bouncing wildly. Putting her *** in the air to evade the bucking Fran again leant forwards and began dragging and raking her bowling ball ***** from side to side, ensuring that her customarily erect ******s dragged and bent Laura?s. Milk dribbled, then spurted from both women?s ******s and Laura clapped her hands around Fran?s muscular back, which was difficult considering that it was a long reach because of their firm, massive bowling ball *****.

Fran began to bounce her chest on Laura?s and the effect was like small beach balls thrusting together. The veins in their swollen breasts swelled up and looked like they might burst, they would not have been out of place on Holstein cows udders, and the women?s own udders squirted like Holsteins, but still the women bounced and ground their engorged ***** together.

Both women?s breasts were in pain from the engorgement, the grinding, bouncing and the punches they had received, but each was not deterred from fighting on. There was feminine pride and breast superiority at stake here! There was just nothing more fundamental than this!!!

Laura began to buck even harder and used her powerful legs to twist Fran over and thus Laura brought Fran to the floor and wound up on top where she began bouncing her ***** against Fran?s. Fran quickly bucked her off and rolled on top of her. Laura immediately clamped her legs around Fran?s midsection and started to squeeze. They began to pull each other?s hair and now really turned it into a major catfight.

They were both sweating profusely and covered in each other?s breast milk, and breathing hard, they could not believe how red and dark their **** were getting and how their ******s were independently gushing their mommy?s milk all over each other as their breasts slapped around as the women rolled each other over in the fight, their milk squirting in showers in all directions, some of it under enough pressure to squirt across the room. After more protracted pounding of breasts against breasts the women rolled away from each other with their now painfully sore ***** throbbing and aching like ****, but were quickly on their feet and readied themselves for an attack! And they did not have long to wait.

Laura ran the three strides distance which lay between them, and smashed her right breast against Fran?s right breast, spinning herself around and knocking Fran flying backwards. Fran fell against the bed and braced herself. She pushed herself forwards to face Laura, and she stood rubbing her right breast as Laura lunged at her to grab her hair.

As Laura?s L cup **** slammed against Fran?s HH cup ***** each woman launched a vicious breast grab from the *** slam and their breasts collided heavily and as they did so. Laura?s right arm shot behind Fran?s neck pulling her in close so that she could grab her right breast. Her clawed hand latched onto the spare flesh on the bottom contour of the unfortunate breast and she began to tug on it.

If she thought that this might help to end the fight quickly, Laura could not have been more wrong. Fran viciously drove the point of her left elbow deep into the flesh of Laura?s left breast while she grabbed her right breast just above her areola, and wrenched the voluminous organ upwards and outwards by its spare flesh.

Laura screamed as the intruding elbow caused her agony, and with her right arm still behind Fran?s neck, Laura was able to turn it quickly into a headlock and twisted her down to the floor where she pinned her on her back by her hair, she then proceeded to drape her incredible L cup breasts over Fran?s face. Fran desperately twisted her head right and left in order to try to escape a smothering between these hot sweaty heavy, massive lumps of flesh.

Fran managed to pull her left hand free and grabbed the luscious flesh of Laura?s right breast. Laura shrieked at the sudden pain, and grabbing Fran?s wrist with her own right hand, wrenched it across Fran?s chest. Fran screamed as her shoulder joint was wrenched and she instantly retaliated by bringing her right hand up from beside her to grab Laura?s enormous left L cup breast.

Laura thought better of the winning moves she had planned and pushed herself back to sit on her heels. Fran rolled onto her left arm and butt, and as she rose to the vertical, Laura lunged forwards from behind Fran to grab her long hair and pull her backwards by it. Fran lashed out backwards with her right elbow, jabbing Laura painfully in the ribs beneath her right breast, but getting Fran into another headlock, twisted her the short distance to the floor, and their violent threshing about made them roll over twice but then came to rest with Laura on top, her arm still behind Fran?s neck and now bracing her neck in the crux of her arm, she took the advantage of swamping her voluminous breasts over Fran?s face for a second time.

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Chapter 9

?You?ve got to admit it. I?m supremely built for winning this fight,? Laura boasted as she settled her huge, spreading flesh bags over and around Fran?s head, which just seemed to disappear completely under the flood of sumptuous flesh.

Suddenly Laura began to scream and rolling off Fran in double quick time, her huge ***** flew violently through the air, which allowed me to glimpse a hideous blood blistered purple and blue bruise, the exact size and shape of a mouth, with deeper punctures indicative of teeth. Laura?s ***** were more flaccid and less hard since some of the engorgement had been squeezed out, which made them a lot more mobile as well as more susceptible to injury.

(The bruises would take over a week to heal up. But Laura, like Fran, never really felt the pain until the next day.)

On their feet again, the women backed away, warily inspecting their injuries and massaging their breasts, tweaking and manipulating them back to imposing fullness.

Contrary to popular belief, the ducts near the ****** do not act as milk reservoirs; Science has proven that conventionally described lactiferous sinuses do not, in fact, exist. Instead, most milk is actually in the back of the breast, and when suckling occurs, the smooth muscles of the gland push more milk forward. Fran knew this, and thus tightened her breast noose accordingly. Breast - Wikipedia .

It was obvious whose breasts were bigger, the question of whose **** were stronger and better, cut its way into the fetid, turgid air of tension, which seemed to crackle and spark with electricity between them. Laura?s breasts looked firmer, thicker, stronger, the longer Fran stared at them, ? but her own ******s were also Long, thick, and rock-hard. ?God; -- So damn hard!!!? she muttered as she tweaked and fondled them both.

Both women?s big firm, engorged breasts, which seemed to hover, on account of the firmness of their spherical orbs resting against their lower ribs and upper abdomens, were only two feet apart, as the women taunted each other while they lined up their breasts again to fight.

?You bit my **** you *****!? Laura complained.
?ONE of your ****. The one cutting my air off!? Fran said in an aggrieved tone.

?Don?t worry, I aim to bite your big fat ******s off!? Laura snapped.

Each woman could feel the turgid underlying tension straining to breaking point between them, each breast proud woman, convinced that she had the better, firmer, stronger, more durable breasts. Having thought she was winning, then discovered she wasn?t, then getting her *** bitten so cruelly, Laura was uncertain how this Titfight should continue, she had not had many, but she took some comfort in the knowledge that her proud breasts weighed in at nearly 30lbs in total, while Fran?s weighed just over 25lbs in total. She was confident that superior weight would win the day.

By unspoken mutual consent, and not a little competition, both women placed their hands on the backs of their heads in order to facilitate even more vigorous breast swinging delivering even harder breast punches with wide sweeping *** haymakers, and high roundhouse shots creating spectacular slaps and causing vivid bruising to the top outer quarter of their breasts and raking their ******s across their discoloured, puffy areolas, stinging their erect ******s as they moved in for closer shots, including smacking their heavy breasts onto the tops of their opponents.

This move applied particularly to Laura who had a 2-inch height advantage. Fran grunted hard as she received the latest of these, which almost buckled her knees and began to specialise in punching Laura?s heavier breasts upwards, sending one after the other flying towards her shoulders and face. It was so vicious it resembled bare-knuckle boxing, but with their **** and ******s instead of fists.

Laura retaliated by arching her back and explosively twisting her torso, flinging her heavy breasts across Fran?s stinging her areolas and ******s. Fran felt as though her **** had just been torn from her chest and as she staggered unbalanced, to her right, with them still swinging from the stinging blow, Laura moved in closer and twisted over to the right smacking her flying breasts across Fran?s.

Fran staggered again, but got a good return swing back at Laura?s. The loud ?CLAP!? seemed to have little effect, so when Laura returned the shot Fran moved aside, forcing Laura to waste her shot, obliging her to swing her breasts from the other side. This suited Fran?s aim and as she returned the breast blow Laura?s swinging udder returned from the opposite side so that their big ***** smashed together full-on with the full force of the blow behind each of them. More than 28 lb of the combined weight of each of the two breasts knocked the women apart.

Both staggered, but swung their opposing breasts together again, the massive, taut, weighty milk bags lifting off the women?s chests to collide violently in mid air with an explosion of sweaty flesh on sweaty flesh. The huge udders flattened then rippled in waves before they fell into the space between the women from where they twisted their shoulders and swung them again, in a fleshy double haymaker.

They crashed together solidly, the combined weight of 28 lb of these breasts causing the biggest ?SMACK!? yet, each breast punching the other hollow as they did so. Then the determined women arched again, twisted and swung their huge mammaries into each other.

Again, the big breasts flattened as they collapsed together. This blow bent both women over as pain tore through their breasts. They both allowed their breasts to flop for several seconds, but then both felt the need to support the ferociously aching organs in their hands before hurling another devastating blow, causing even more damage than the last few blows.

It looked as though both women were trying to bust each other?s **** as their breast ligaments began to pull, as evidenced by the stretching of their breasts, the dark discolouration and bruising starting to emerge in the voluptuous flesh. Both women were in acute pain as the next impact flattened their massive breasts even more than the last. They accepted the pain and changed tactics to making repeated side on side blows, squealing as their breasts crushed each other flat, then setting up for the next impact.

Suddenly, there was a sharp cry of pain from Laura as she staggered from a blow and clutched her massive breasts together. Fran took the opportunity to pause too. ?Does this mean that you accept defeat then?? Fran asked hopefully. Her breasts were in just as much pain as Laura?s.

?Does it ****!? Laura angrily snapped. ?My **** are still going to beat yours!? she garrulously asserted.

?Breasts were never designed to be swung around like this,? Fran groaned.

?Particularly heavy lactating ones!? Laura said with feeling as she massaged a 15 lb breast.

?Face it, *****; Sometimes breasts can be TOO big!!!? Fran said.

?You?ve got big ***** too, and I?ll bet that my ***** are fitter and stronger than yours!? Laura said.

?This is one **** OF a bet!!!? Fran said.

Still both nursing their throbbing breasts in their arms, the women approached each other and as Laura?s hands shot straight to Fran?s hair, Fran quickly caught her hands and bending her wrists and fingers back painfully, forced her into a hand-to-hand breast fight. Their huge, slowly stretching breasts hung and swung heavily between them as they prepared to continue their battle.

Gripping each other?s hands above their heads, the women?s breasts lifted and I could see the total magnificence of these incredible orbs as they hung there, surmounted by their finger-like ******s, facing each other.

The women began to twist from side to side, forcing individual **** to lift into the air and punch each other with a wet ?SPLAT!?. Now their freed breasts could swing as much as the women wanted them to, they began to hurl their breasts at each other as hard as possible.

The huge round orbs cut through the air to slam together much harder than before, spattering sweat and breast milk everywhere. Laura?s pair resembled huge Watermelons, but they were so firm and engorged they behaved like beach balls, while Fran?s resembled a pair of very firm Basketballs. Both of these women could have stepped down from the pages of JuggMaster.com.

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Chapter 10

I watched mesmerised as the round orbs lifted off their chests, swung through the air twisting out of shape, until they collided heavily with their counterparts, the loud CLAPS sounding like boxing gloves hitting flesh. The magnificent breasts again were flung through the air, on the return flight, flying directly at each other, they seemed to hollow as they lifted, and flew just before the heavy fleshy orbs met with a stinging ?SLAP!? and mushroomed together before falling into the space between them. The women again, twisted their torsos to swing their heavy ***** up, then the women became more adventurous and attempted uppercuts knocking one another?s round **** flying upwards, and hammer blows to the tops of their breasts; smacking their breasts in all directions, then full frontal swipes stinging their big erect ******s something terrible.

Their breast veins had swollen up to the extent now that it made their ***** resemble Holstein udders in full lactation mode.

After another punishing 20 minutes, according to my watch, their arms tired, and dropping their hands either back onto their hips, or clasped behind their backs, began going at it ****** to ******, still swinging their breasts vigorously from side to side, but scraping and slashing each other?s erect ******s, dragging, flicking and trying to bend them flat. This was in revenge for the earlier full frontal ****** swipes.

Each woman wanted to prove who had the toughest ****, so neither was ever going to give in easily.

Both women were very soon again heaving for breath as they fought brutally to try to find out whose breasts and ******s are the strongest, but as they ground to a standstill, they desperately wanted to know, and so they lined up one pair of ******s, right to left, and began to push their ****** heads into each other. The two hard ******s began compressing as they tried to push each other back inside their own areolas. The electric shocks and erotic pain was intense and made them shriek as they pushed each other?s ******s back forcefully. Despite the intensity of the ****** press; they tried to maintain contact for as long as possible in an effort to dominate each other, until finally their breast meat shook like jelly and their ******s slipped out of alignment and jabbed into one another?s areolas, accompanied by sharp gasps of pain. Then they repeated the procedure with their other two breasts, with very much the same indefinite result. Twice more they repeated this.

Their over stimulated ******s had become grossly distended and made tempting targets for each fighter. Their sore ******s throbbed as the women stood back a pace from each other. ?This is what it?s all about! Eh? Eh? Laura questioned aggressively. ?Let?s just see if your pathetic shrinking teats are better than my big cow teats!? Laura said, and she bounded towards Fran again and started whipping her **** from side to side across Fran?s ******s. Fran had nowhere to go but to respond in kind, the only other alternative was to surrender her agonisingly sore ******s and this would mean losing the entire fight.
She steeled herself and battled her ******s against Laura?s by raking them back and forth and almost fought each other to a standstill, and after giving their ******s a few seconds rest, they pressed their ******s into each other?s areolas to start off again, with the usual lightening bolt of pain striking to the very roots of their abused ******s. This time, they scraped their areolas from side to side forcing their ******s to fight. The women?s sensual and highly sensitised ******s crossed and re-crossed like small swords hacking at each other, bending and flicking each other aside. The intense sensations this created had the women groaning in both pain and pleasure. They lined their ******s against each other length to length and continued their battle; there was no winner there either.

The women dropped their arms over each other?s shoulders and leant on each other out of exhaustion, and to get a better position to continue their brutal fight. Leaning into each other, they dragged their ******s across each other, trying to bend the opposing ****** down, their slippery sweaty, milky ******s slid off each other and flicked against each other as they parted. The women start to grind their areolas together, their ******s come in for even more intense punishment as they are dragged across the fronts of each other?s areolas making their duelling ******s scrape and slash back and forth causing their ******s to swell in both length and thickness. Their ******s and areolas as sore as ****, the women decided to find out once and for all who has the strongest ******s.

Grabbing each other by the shoulders they lined up their lactate dripping ******s so that both sets of ******s are facing head on, then they began to push their ******s into each other. Waves of electric shock and pain pulsing though their ******s and breasts make both of them scream as the two sets of hard ******s compressed against each other. The two women were trembling and shaking as they tried to maintain it for as long as they can, but finally their ******s slid off each other to jab into the enemy areolas, and this stung just as much as ****** on ******.

They pressed and ground their areolas and ******s together as hard as they could, rubbing them around and around until their areolas felt sore. The pressure against their areolas caused breast milk to gush in narrow rivulets down their hot, sweating bodies. The women gazed down at their two pairs of breasts crushing each other, each pressing and straining against their opposite as though trying to force their way through raw flesh down to their toned pecs.

Both pairs of ***** were equally strong, and there was no chance of resolution at this stage. They could not breathe as they piled on the pressure, the thickness of their breast flesh saw to that, and staring hard into each other?s eyes tacitly resolved to slam their ***** together again and again until one of them gave in or became unconscious. With less than half a second pause the busty lactating women both reared back and slammed their huge overflowing milk sacs, crashing into each other again and again and again.

Sharp twinges of pain tore through both women?s breasts upon the incredible impacts, each one more painful than the last, the pain itself adding to the savage excitement of their primeval breast battle. Who would give in and who would not? Seemed to be a question that hung in the sweaty, breast milk perfumed air. They felt truly like cavewomen fighting for a mate. They tested their breasts against each other in a harsh breast to breast slam again, both women groaning at the pain left their ***** pressed together this time to see whose *** flesh was ready to overwhelm the others *** flesh. They wrapped their arms around one another?s neck and ground their swelling mammary glands together, around and around, thick flesh enveloping thick flesh as milk squeezed from their crushed areolas and dribbling down their torsos and legs before pooling on the floor.

?This really is brutal. Is it really necessary to hurt one another,? I asked. ?Wouldn?t the winner in a milk fight be the one with the most breast milk left?? I suggested.

Both women, breathing heavily, groaning and grunting ignored me, -- probably because of their obvious exhaustion.

Fran angrily shoved Laura?s breasts with her own. Without a word, Laura violently pushed back. Fran made a grab for Laura?s hands and the women pushed each other?s hands out to their sides as they each calculated the force of the slam they would need to disable her opponent, then the two large, firm pairs of heavy breasts slammed together with an almighty ?SLAM!? causing both women to grunt hard. Areolas compressed against areolas, ******s crushed ******s, bending them and alternately fought like short spears as the women alternately stabbed them into one another?s tender areolas, and then ground their breasts round in circles, their hard ******s doing untold damage to the mammary gland structures inside their areolas.

Then they did it again, but this time with a lot of swearing and insults, -- then again, the women letting out guttural grunts and curses as their heads jerked back with the shock of the violent contact. -- And again, as soon as one attack had finished, they each arched their backs, rearing backwards in preparation to crash their breasts together for the next slam, again, they crashed their **** into each other with all the force and extra weight their torsos lent them, again, -- and again, -- and again, -- and again!

The women were sobbing and grunting as waves of fat, firm ligaments, swelling milk glands and chest muscle drove brutally together with all the power of their brutal hostility against each other. Their flesh was actually displaced and formed into lumpy rolls of flesh, mis-shaping their breasts. The sensation of their enormous breasts compacting against their equally gigantic opposites was exquisitely painful as well as erotic, but they would not stop until there was an undisputed winner. They crashed their breasts together again, -- and again, -- and again, -- and again!

?Oh my god! This is savage!? I appealed.
?Just shut up and keep out of it!? both women admonished me.

Both women now put their arms around each other?s neck, and using each other?s body weight for support, they slammed their breasts together.


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Chapter 11

Fran and Laura slammed their huge breasts together another 30 times before they paused, leaned into each other, from sheer exhaustion and began to grind their areolas around and around each other?s until the women were moaning and sobbing desperately, then pushing hard together forcing their ***?s to pancake brutally and mushrooming out between them as they ground their **** mercilessly. After almost 10 desperate minutes of this, the heavily sweating women pulled back, retaining their hold around each other?s shoulders below their necks, their breasts swung freely between them as each woman placed her chin on the other?s shoulder, their heads cheek to cheek.

Fran growled: ?Come on *****!? and both women slammed their ***** together, then over and over again for a further 30 direct slams, during the course of which both they, and I, could hear the strangled cries as they hurt each other?s *****. With their heads so close, they could certainly hear everything they were both feeling and were even pushing each other with their heads as they fought. On the last slam, their ***** remained pressed together, and the women violently pulled each other in as tightly as possible in a brutal bear hug. They ground their breasts together as hard as they could for just over 5 minutes, until neither of them could breathe, then they paused, while they took some much needed breaths, and then resumed.

To me, the mere male onlooker, I could just see their massive breast flesh compressing together, but I could not see what was really going on between these massive breasts, but as far as I know with two-thirds of the mammary glands within an inch or so of the base of the ****** draining to the ****** by the numerous lactiferous ducts, they form a network like the tangled roots of a tree. Pressure on these restricted glands and ducts causes immense, prolonged pain. It also literally squeezed more lactate from these deeply set glands, which ran in thin white rivulets from their pancaked breasts, around their breasts, down their bellies and legs and onto the floor.

The women?s desperate grunts shrieks and heartfelt sobs worried me; and they grew more and more desperate as this brutal breast grinding continued. The grinding was slow and heavy, with lots of contact and so full on each other?s *****, both women were fully aware of the damage they were taking and dishing out and could hear the sounds they were making as they hurt each other?s *****. The women?s legs had been trembling for sometime now when they began to buckle. The women pulled their sore, sweating, milk drenched breasts away from each other, and even as their ravaged ***** swung between them, the women?s unsteadiness on their feet was really showing now.

Gripping each other?s shoulders, they resumed slamming their ***** together, but after just a few minutes of that pain, they began to rake their ******s from side to side across each other?s sore areolas. This slow heavy ****** dragging had painful consequences, too painful in fact, and they began to swing their **** at each other again. Vigorous swinging of her massive *****, made each collision of the combined weight of Laura?s 15 lb breast against Fran?s 12.5 lb breast, particularly painful; each woman felt as though her breast had been hit with a lump hammer. Each opposing pair of breasts continued to batter each other, left and right, for at least 30 *** punches.

As they relentlessly *******d each other?s **** irretrievably out of shape, cellulite and mammary fat was actually rucked up by their battering. Laura was infuriated at the permanent damage to her beautiful breasts and she used her superior body-weight on the last breast slam, swung her torso and dented and squashed Fran?s right *** with her own 15 lb right *** and floored her. As Laura spun from her amazingly hard *** punch, an arc of milk sprayed from her fat ******, showering the prone Fran.

?Got you again! You dumb *****!!!? Laura snarled.

As Fran struggled to get off the floor, she rolled onto her back and deliberately kicked a leg in between both of Laura?s, tripping her up, and Laura crashed to the floor opposite her, her massive ***** juddering as she hit the carpet on her gorgeous ***.

The sweat drenched women picked themselves up off the floor and began warily padding around each other, breathing heavily, calculating the most advantageous time to attack. From where I was sitting the battle weary women looked incredible; their wet skin shone like polished bronze, their bodies moved with lithe suppleness as their shapely legs flexed athletically. They both looked stark naked from their fight scarred breasts and still erect ******s, down to their sexy briefs which were so soaked with sweat and ******l fluid they were all but transparent, showing their swollen vulvas at their best.

But their big breasts is what the whole fight was about, and who has the superior lactating **** and the strongest ******s, which appeared to extrude from their areola mounds which in turn swelled up from the injuries they had received. These sat at the front of huge breasts which were now discoloured and misshapen and sagging to a large extent, the only thing preventing deep sagging being the fact that their almost spherical/teardrop shaped orbs perched firmly on their lower ribs, thus affording them support. But, perversely, the marks of battle seemed to enhance them and bring out an indescribable, sublime beauty. It turned me on to know that their enormous ***** were going to battle one final, fateful time just for me.

It was now obvious that both women were exhausted, but neither would give in to the other, but the baleful, vengeful glares from each woman?s ?red hot? eyes, let the other know that this titfight to an inevitably brutal finish, was going to end in a final, incredible, storm of blistering *** punches against each other?s ****. So with their hands on their hips, they began to lay into each other. But even now that they are inflicting maximum damage to each other?s **** in their battle scarred state, the women noticed that the amount of soft swelling on their breasts has made them stand out more by virtue of resting against their ribs, which makes them seem to be even bigger than when they started. Such bruising, surely, cannot make for a long finale, the pain, one way or the other, MUST end this mammoth *** fight.

As the fight inevitably burst into life again, the Reubenesque flesh of their voluminous breasts contorted and twisted out of shape, then rolled around as heavy breasts were hurled at heavy breasts. Loud double SLAPS were accompanied by desperate shrieks, followed by an exciting forward foxtrot of an attack as they hurled, flung and swung their flaccid ***** at each other in a tirade of side swipes, dorsal *** hammer punches, looping roundhouse *** punches, even breast haymaker shots, followed by devastating uppercuts, sending their cut and bruised **** flying painfully upwards at their faces or shoulders.

Rivers of sweat poured from both spectacular pairs of *****, which cascaded down their torsos, and as their breasts flew, droplets of sweat flew in all directions. It seemed as though both lactating women had knocked all the milk out of one another?s big, deep breasts by now, as comparatively little escaped their ******s, and their attacks began to slow through sheer exhaustion, until they finally pan-caked their **** hard against each other?s and began to slowly drag them across their chests, twisting and tearing their breast flesh as they did so. Maintaining full heavy areola contact, they pushed, twisted and distorted each other?s **** so much, that I did not know that breasts could be contorted into so many shapes!

Fran knows that to defeat Laura, a bit of hands on mauling might just force the big ***** to give in, so while Laura is unsuspecting Fran suddenly grasped Laura?s areolas. Initially gasping in pain, Laura naturally fought back in kind and grabbing each other?s *****, both women, shrieking in pain, started a vicious hands-on titfight. Now this was more like what all of Fran?s hands on fights were like in her wild teenage years, -- and she revelled in seeing the pain and hurt in Laura?s face, but of course, Laura could see the same agony in Fran?s face too.

The busty women began to twist and pull each other?s ***** in all directions; both women were in a ferocious hands-on fighting mode, and it rapidly became so extremely intense between them that neither of them was going to let the other win without a fierce fight.

In intense pain, the women mauled, twisted and pulled each other?s ***** until they had pulled each other so close their hate filled faces were only inches apart. Then out of feminine fury they both started to hand milk each other?s ****.

In a terse answer to a question of mine, and, I suspect of a lot of other men, ?a woman?s **** being squeezed is not unlike a man having his testicles squeezed and as for the pain factor, it just depends on how much you can take!? So as Fran says, ?just imagine two men having a balls squeezing fight!? -- ?Exactly!?

Both women pulled on each other?s bulging areolas, drew their long udders through their hands and squeezed their ******s until short milky showers spurted from each brutally mauled breast, but as their breast milk lessened, their brutal their *** mauling fight re-established itself. Thirty minutes of this brutality continued. They looked at each other sweating profusely and breathing hard and could not believe how red and dark their **** were getting. Bruises were spreading across most of the exposed surface of their breasts, but while the fight continued, they never really felt the pain, their natural endorphins damping down any sensation.

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Chapter 12

For the third time I voiced my concern over the savage nature of the fight and appealed again for them to call it a draw, lest they destroy each other?s ****!

But both women were really into this fight, for their own reasons; clearly Fran had a lot to prove and with me watching was highly unlikely to give in and Laura had told me earlier that she was really turned on by fighting as was her husband while he was alive. Although his body had never been found in Afghanistan, she decided that he was dead and looking down on them and that he was so turned on by the fact that she was going to fight in front of him she didn't want to let him down.

Again they both told me: ?Just shut up and keep out of it!? both women admonished me.

The fighters again began to ram their huge udders together, arching their backs in order to maximise the amount of voluptuous breast flesh piling up against breast flesh. This presented the most unsightly rucks with their fleshy udders appearing to fold, wrinkle and submerge, then almost liquefy, -- their diminishing lactate squirting in spiralling showers from their ******s as they collapsed into each other, then spread wide under their arms and around their side ribs until their ******s bulged out to their sides. As the women pulled back each time their breasts swung back to the front for them to repeat their tortuous breast slamming and grinding. Every impact of their taut breasts crushed them further, and their breasts were becoming so taut bloated and swollen from their injuries that their throbbing milk bags resisted each other even more than at the beginning of the fight.

As the women tired, their breasts flattened together and mushroomed out to each side of their rib cages. Tiring, every time their breasts impacted the women leaned their breasts against each, then bouncing apart before squashing them hard together again. These continual breast slams were an incredible sight as their huge, swollen udders mashed together and squeezed their plump **** out to the sides, past the two women?s torsos, their active ******s squeezed out in the crush too.

The tiring women?s heads were side by side, their cheeks pressed together, but mostly they pushed each other?s head as well, literally fighting with their heads. In such intimate proximity both women could hear each other?s groans and grunts as they fought. The roaring of the blood coursing through their veins and their rapidly thumping hearts magnified as they fought, the implications of these sensations heightening their sexual arousal even more, but it did not lessen their vicious jealousies, or the relentless brutality with which they sought to beat each other?s breasts to death! These normally gentle, sophisticated women?s worlds had shrunk, to that of the primeval savage until all they could do was to hurt each other?s breasts as badly as they could.

Both women knew that this fight would be settled by whose breasts were firmer, denser, thicker and more resilient. There was no intent in either woman of holding back in any way; they were each meeting each other?s breasts equally, blow for blow; each woman?s mind totally focused on smashing her rival?s breasts; nothing else mattered? their future lives literally depended on it.

Neither woman had any choice but to meet each other?s breasts with her own, impact for impact, and both endured the brutal and stunning impacts of their breasts against each other.

The griping throbbing and the stabbing pains as their breast ligaments stretched and tore were growing with every collision of their massive breasts. They had long since gone beyond any point of return and both knew that there was no choice now but to fight to the natural conclusion; whatever that was, -- to the finish, or to the death, -- though Fran had never known of any woman die of having her breasts mashed up! Excruciatingly painful, massively embarrassing and confidence shattering, but that?s all. It still remained that one woman would have to conquer both the breasts and the ego of the other to win this brutal titfight.

They continued to hold on to each other?s shoulders desperately and smash their hanging ***** together with equal violence. But Fran felt Laura hesitate and surmised that she was not as fit as her and was seriously tiring, so Fran redoubled her efforts and pounded her flopping milk bags into Laura?s swelling breasts harder and faster than ever. Laura tried to respond, but there was difficulty in keeping up with the speed of the fight, so she felt that she must finish this titfight quickly if she wanted to win.

Though she increased the level of violence of her breast blows against Fran?s heaving mammary glands, she could not recapture what she had a few minutes before and it looked unlikely that Fran was going to back down. Instead, the two, voluptuous women gripped each other?s shoulders with even more ferocious determination than before, their nails actually puncturing the skin as they hurled their aching breasts together and rolled them off to stab their still hard ******s into each other?s areolas.

As their thick, heavy, sweating breasts boxed, their bodies shuddered from each impact their fleshy udders dished out. Their ***** quivered and shook from every blow as they slugged it out with their throbbing, aching breasts, which flattened with each impact. But Laura was determined to defeat Fran no matter what and so she decided to change tactics and she reached out and grasped Fran?s hair, pulling it around her neck so that she could hold onto her securely as she pounded her breasts. But the experienced titfighter that Fran was, made her wise to the move and reciprocated, tangling her strong fingers in Laura?s sweat soaked hair, holding her still as she began to pound her huge, hanging udders with her own.

Laura quickly redressed the balance and yanking Fran?s head aside by her hair as their ***** pounded together with loud fleshy clap, she felt that she could avoid the repercussions Fran might mete out. The women squealed and groaned in turns as they fought, their swollen mammaries thrusting and slamming together with unmitigated brutality. Fran followed Laura?s head wrenching method and began yanking her head around violently. Their squirming bodies arching, their powerful curved thighs flexing as their shapely legs forced their bodies together, their prominent breasts pounding hard against each other. Their strong backs thrust their voluptuous breasts together and as the women pulled each other in tighter by the hair their smooth bellies pounded together. Then with violent thrust oft their mounds they locked up in a full-length bear hug.

Laura was confident that her breasts would squash Fran?s to pulp as she tightened her grip, but the resistance of Fran?s firm **** told another story. Their ******s might be locked into each other, but she felt, with horror, her own thick breasts yielding to Fran?s dense glands. Laura felt the particularly dense, heavy juggs spreading hers but the pain ripping through her glands only strengthened her resolve to beat Fran.

She squirmed and ground her **** against and into Fran?s **** until she felt her own torpedo ***** penetrate. Fran screamed as she felt her breast tissues torn asunder and pulling her hips back, thrust her swollen mound afresh against Laura?s. The momentarily painful blow put Laura off her stroke, as intended, and allowed her the opportunity to grind her swollen mammary glands into Laura?s.

Fran?s breast was injured as she felt something like a muscle pull, but considering that there are no muscles in a breast, it must be something else. Not seriously hurt, Fran was still determined to fight, and she leaned towards Laura?s incoming udder and swung her opposing breast as hard as she could at it. Their thick mammary glands splatted together and flattened and their milk sprayed everywhere. Both women squealed at the sharp pain of the blow, which also staggered each other off balance by up to three backward steps.

In less than a heart beat, the women ran the three strides distance at each other and met with a terrific ?SPLAT!? as their breasts slammed together and the women threw a bear hug around each other?s shoulders. Grunting hard as they squeezed the breath out of each other, they pulled each other around in a circle until, after three minutes, and turning purple in the face as they ran out of air, they pushed each other away, their breasts painfully twisted and contorted. They breathlessly paused, then closing the short distance between them, they swung their huge breasts again, and again; and again, screaming desperately at almost every blow. The thuds of their chests and wet breast slaps were awesome.

The two busty women staggered apart from the punishment they were inflicting on each other. But again, in less than a heartbeat they ran at each other and flung their huge, left udders together as hard as they could flattening them before they slid and bounced apart before both women took the return swing shot and hurled their right udders at each other, to impact with a crashing blow. They repeated their breast boxing over and over again, brutally sending each other?s aching ***** flying all over, and combined with their high velocity swinging of their heavy ***** pulling on their gland structures, their supporting ligaments and their pectoral muscles, the women?s breasts hurt like ****.

One breast visibly collapsed and Fran screamed at the searing pain as her left breast hung lower than it had a minute ago; whatever had pulled earlier had now pulled some more! The torn ligament was bruising and causing a black and blue swelling. Laura laughed at the ugly swollen bruise, now almost as big as an egg.

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Chapter 13

Fran swore at Laura and refusing to yield to the pain, with an enraged shriek she lifted and supported her injured left breast with her left hand and twisting at the hip, returned the blow hurling her right breast at Laura, who stood waiting for the impact. Her body twisted and ready, Laura swung her own heavy left breast as hard as she could, and her quivering udder met Fran?s oncoming milk bag in the most crushing blow the two women had ever experienced.

Fran felt her sound right breast crush deeply into Laura?s yielding left milk bag, and felt her rival?s huge emptied breast bend around hers as they impacted and Laura screamed, loud and agonisingly. In just a couple of seconds, Laura?s less fit, huge left **** hung down to her naval, rapidly turning black and blue. She clutched the injured heavy orb in her hand and intended to continue, just as Fran had.

Both women were sobbing in pain as they each supported their injured breast on their hands. I thought that they should now stop and call it a draw, but both women lifted both of their sound ***** to continue the battle, and using them like clubs, smacked each other?s breasts around as hard as they could. The exhilarating slaps of heavy flesh on flesh followed by their pained shrieks was almost too exciting to bear and I watched transfixed as they stood in the middle of the room hurling their breasts together propelled by their hands, fresh bruises swelling up as I watched. Each woman?s injured **** lay on a hand over which it spread, overflowing each hand and more than half of the supporting arms, and continued to swell with while their less scathed breasts battled and slipped from their hands, and from time to time their injured ***** also slipped and swung free causing each woman untold pain, but neither would give in for fear of losing the fight.

*** fighting with heavy unsupported breasts risks permanent damage, including pulled ligaments, which is not only excruciatingly painful (as you will know if you have ever pulled any ligaments) but may lead to permanent unsightly sagging. This is what these women with their super size heavy breasts had been risking and both women had almost literally busted each other?s ****. But with proper support the damage can be given time to heal.

Fran was aware of the debate which had been raging about whether to wear a bra or not; one camp of thought is convinced that wearing a supportive bra is essential to breast health, while another is convinced that wearing a bra weakens the naturally supportive ligaments and that actually not wearing a bra gives the ligaments all the workout they need and consequently, strengthens them. Of course, if they are put under excessive stress, they may stretch, - and as they do, it is VERY painful, causing the characteristic agonising aching and stabbing pains. As this generally applies only to women with huge heavy juggernauts women with normal sized breasts need not worry.

Fran asked for her bra to be thrown to her and though it was painful for her to squeeze her injured ***** back into it, she did. Laura was kneeling on the floor nursing her recently injured breast. ?You?ve quit then?? she asked Fran. ?So that means I?ve won!? she said, then gasped as the stabbing pains from her breasts shot through.

?No, you murderous *****!? Fran said as she dressed, as quickly as she was able to with her injuries. ?The police are here,? she said, then there was a heavy knock on the door. Fran had been looking out of the window as darkness was falling to see when a patrol car was going to arrive. And now it was all over. The police forensics must have discovered Laura?s husband buried under the new patio.

Laura was given enough time only to collect her clothes, then she was led away protesting that her husbands death was accidental and he had suffocated in her huge breasts while they were asleep in bed. The policeman looked first at Fran?s reddened, swollen, bruised, scarred and scratched battle damaged breasts held in her bra, then with some trepidation at Laura?s equally battle scarred breasts, then read her, her rights.

All was strangely quiet after our afternoon?s excitement, like a deflated balloon it felt like something was permanently over and something else had changed for good.

?Now,? Fran began. ?You can?t touch my breasts for months now because I have to wear a heavy surgical elasticated strapping to support my ***** while they heal,? she said. ?So I hope you have learned your lesson,? she added.

?I?ll tell you one thing I?ve learned,? I said: ?A problem shared is a problem doubled!?

So that was the end of my playtime for a while.


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Piers Knight.
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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and artistic licence. Any similarities to people, places or events are purely coincidental. Grateful thanks are due to those women who inspire me including those who titfight and catfight for real and whose advice I have been given and woven into a story for other people?s entertainment.