Battle of the Giants by Piers Knight

[PiersKnight]

Battle of the Giants

ONE

“What’s rakin’ in the money now Lillian, is not straight movies with stories, but spectacular erotic movies involving catfights between busty women,” Lillian Wilczkowsky’s agent told her. Lillian’s (Chesty Morgan’s) last money earning movie was the Hong Kong produced film, Third Hand in 1981 and as this proved to be her last film she was getting desperate to earn more money. So it was in 1983, when Chesty was 54 years old and her huge 73 inch ***** had stretched and expanded to 76GG, that her Brooklyn based agent suggested something spectacular. “I want to make a movie of you tussling with some other big *** broad like, say, - that British huge bust queen, Tina Small.” her agent Charlie said. “I spoke to her agents and photographer and they think it’s a good idea, but they insist on a promotional photoshoot first for the publicity. These will be for a magazine like Fling, or Playboy, or something like that.”

“So I have to fight this ****?” Chesty said. “Just her ****,” Charlie said facetiously, “but you can hurt her any way you like if you catfight her!” he added. “But the main thing is that your **** have got to fight each others!!!” Charlie continued emphatically. “So how much does this job pay?” Chesty queried. “A lot!” Charlie said. “Believe me, it’s a LOT!” he emphasised. “The only thing is you gotta go to England to fight her.” “That’s ok, I can go and see my family in Poland afterwards,” Chesty said Chesty, a Polish-born stripper with a 73-inch bust, teamed up with movie director Doris Wishman to make two outrageous sexploitation movies in 1974, followed by Fellini's Casanova in 1976. So combining her lucrative photo deal with a family visit suited her down to the ground. Of course, time and gravity had done its tricks and her ***** were a full three inchesbigger and a couple of cup sizes fuller. But they had also stretched and had long stretch marks pulled in them.

As far as Chesty was concerned this would be an advantage because, Like her character in Double Agent 73 in which she used her endowments as truncheons in a fight that simply had to be seen to be believed, she planned to use her heavy **** to smash this girls inflated milk bags to a bloody pulp! Then, as in her second movie: Deadly Weapons, She would finish the fight by smothering the presumptuous girl between her massive, tough ****. A few days later on the jet to London she studied the publicity pictures of Tina Small and was astonished that this girl, 30 years her junior, had such massive ****. At a perky 24 years old this 5.6'' tall girl, measuring about 84GG-22-34, looked like the perfect woman, - and perfect opponent for her. Chesty did not care that Tina’s bust was a good eight or nine inches bigger. At 76GG-32-36, she felt that she was more than a match for the English girl, especially as she considered that her age and experience gave her all the advantages. Lillian was born in Poland but grew up an orphan in Palestine right before World War II, then emigrated to the USA where she married, had two daughters and worked as a stripper, - “and that was a tough circuit.” “What had this English ***** done?” she said to herself. “Apart from posing for a ‘Romantic style’ photographer, -- nothing!”


TWO

Tina had been let down following a bust up (forgive the pun) with her photographer John Xavier. Things just did not work out for her, - career wise, relationship wise and some very personal stuff between herself and John. Earning a living was very difficult when you have a freakishly huge bust. She dare not risk letting the world get too close to her. It had pleased her that the tasteful photo’s she posed for brought her a good income, without hassle. But now that time was over. In the past she had tried all kinds of jobs, including travel agent, stable girl, insurance clerk, and many other things, but now that she had been ‘left in the lurch’, she was pretty desperate for money. “Getting paid for a damn good catfight with a really busty woman, like me, will solve a lot of problems” Tina thought, as she got into her Jenson Interceptor sports car to drive to the hired photographer‘s studio, who was going to cover the cat fight between Tina and Chesty Morgan.

“I’m very fit. I’m a great disco dancer. In fact Exercise is essential for me. It is important that my back is strong to support my ****, I practice hatha yoga which keeps me strong, flexible, balanced and relaxed. And, not least, I’m studying tai-chi, an effective form of self-defence. Of course, this isn't an art I even want to have to use and I don't temp its use by flaunting my **** in public. But I think I could ‘hold my own’ in a fight!” Tina shuddered at the thought of any real unpleasantness. Her big breasts had got her into whole heaps of trouble before, usually with men sent wild by her huge bosoms. From what she had heard about Chesty Morgan, that woman had suffered similar problems too. Tina was quite excited at the thought of meeting the B movie legend, and fellow Breast Hypertrophy sufferer. But Tina thought for a moment and realised that she, Tina, had never actually ‘suffered’ from her condition, it had never caused her any problems, it was other people who had ‘the problem’, not her!

But as she drove to London Tina began to realise that this whole charade was to relaunch Chesty’s career. She mused on this and thought of Chesty’s reputation for being difficult, temperamental, uncooperative, and argumentative. The photographic studio was located in a side street just off Soho. The busy street had a bohemian air about it, with artists, musicians, eccentrics and rather shady looking characters about. Despite wearing a voluminous top to disguise her humongous ****, they still earned her a few stares, but at least no one approached her. It was to be expected that Chesty Morgan would not be there bright and early; in fact she was an hour late. “Well, at least I’m not paying for this,” John Carter, the photographer for that day’s photo shoot said. He used the time productively by taking artistic shots of Tina after she got changed into her white silk lingerie. Although John had seen some of the ‘Romantic’ pictures of Tina by John Xavier, he had never seen Tina in the flesh. He was amazed at what he saw and could not resist taking his own pictures of this stunningly beautiful woman, who, let’s face it, has glamour model looks even if she had a normal sized bust!

A commotion outside the studio announced Chesty Morgan’s arrival. “Sorry I late,” she said in her thick polish accent, which despite living in the USA she had never lost. “Where do I put the shoes?” she asked as her Limousine driver dutifully followed carrying armfuls of bags and boxes of shoes. It appeared that Chesty had bought up half of the shoe stock of Oxford Street. “As long as they are away from those mats and lights,” John said, indicating how valuable this equipment was. The driver carefully moved to the dark side of the warm studio. “Sooo...” Chesty drawled. “This is the leetle girl??” she said condescendingly, as though she was looking at something she had trodden in from the street. The hairs on the back of Tina’s neck stood up in dislike at the presence of this imposing woman.

Tina rose from the wooden chair she was reposed upon and standing to her full 5’6” height, + her six inch stiletto shoes, her 6 foot towering frame overshadowed Chesty, who had yet to change into her modelling outfit and stiletto shoes. Tina pushed her shoulders back and pushed out her 84GG inch bust, straining her white silk slip to the point of ripping, her inch long ******s showing clearly through the thin fabric. “So!” Chesty intoned and tossed her light coat aside, her own flimsy, brown silk top suddenly found itself in danger of splitting as she inflated her chest and pushed out her 76GG inch bust. The hired Limousine driver stared in disbelief at what he saw, his eyes almost out on stalks. “My red shoes Paul!” Chesty snapped at the driver, who dutifully tossed the red stiletto shoes to Chesty, which he’d been holding.

Still standing, Chesty slipped the shoes on one at a time with her hands, her massive ***** swinging as she did so. Now on the same level as Tina, she walked slowly towards Tina, swinging her hips until she stood right in front of her, their massive breasts almost touching. Chesty grimaced a twisted smile at Tina as John said, “Lillian. You have to take your bra off for this shoot. And your skirt.” Still staring at Tina, Chesty slipped her top off, and, after fiddling with her bras back strap, stooped forwards to let her massive hanging breasts and Water Melon sized orbs to tumble free. Then she allowed her brown dress to fall to the floor until she stood there in just her sheer tights and stilettos. The Limousine driver almost fainted at the incredible sight in front of him and would have dearly loved to have stayed to see the fight which was about to take place between these two massive breasted amazons, but was almost glad to leave when John asked him too because he did not know how much more of this his painful erection, palpitating heart or blood pressure could take!

Chesty slipped her brown top back over her monumental breasts, which showed her thick ******s off to their best advantage and faced up to titanic Tina on equal terms, their breasts only just touching, sending little electric shocks through them. As John began to describe the scenario, the women’s **** continued to swell in response to the stimulation of them touching, their heavy breast meat becoming firmer, fuller and rounder, their areolas appeared to extend, pushing out their massively erect ******s even further! A dribble of thin fluid from their ******s began to make the material over those areolas transparent. Both women stood with their hands on their hips, looking hard at each other’s eyes with genuine dislike and hostility. “Honestly girls. This feels like a Prize fight!” John said with some exasperation as he began to explain the scene to them: “Chesty has just got home to find that her husband has been having an affair with busty Titanic Tina here and caught her in the lounge while her husband is still upstairs, cleaning up after coitus. Chesty’s husband doesn’t know that she’s arrived home early and a fearful fight breaks out between the women!” John paused for breath. “I want you two to rip each other’s clothes off while I film you, and you can both wrestle around the scene here, if you don’t mind,” he concluded.


THREE

“Ok Lillian. Now rip Tina’s top open,” John said. Lillian Wilczkowsky, aka Chesty Morgan of the fabled 83FF x 32 x 36 figure, in her HAY DAY, wearing just a dark pair of tights, obeyed and actually enjoyed ripping this presumptuous ******* top off her ‘comedy *****’. In truth, she had been wanting to do that ever since they met. Tina’s ***** were pulled across by the material ripping, and as it swung away her huge, stimulated orbs swung violently. Christina Jane Small of the equally fabled 83GG x 23 x 35 figure, was annoyed at howrough this **** Lillian was with her positively venomous rip. As her ripped top hung either side of her gigantic breasts the annoyed Tina said: “What’s your problem *****? Can’t admit my **** are better than yours?” Then Tina grasped the V neck of Chesty’s top and began to rip. Chesty’s **** burst out of the stressed garment, looking magnificent asher exuding breast grease glinted in the lights. “Now THESE are what I call **** !” Tina said as she pushed her parted rack at Chesty.

Chesty was not going to lower herself to answer this deformed cow, but to make her point she pushed her firm right breast towards Tina’s breast so that Tina could feel who was firmer and superior. Their **** met with a “SLAP!” and Chesty Morgan felt an electric buzz zap her extended and erect right ****** as it brushed the outside edge ofTina Jane Small’s left areola. A bit older since her Hay Day, Chesty felt good that her bust was now considerably bigger at 76 inches, and more than a match for Tina’s ****. Tina felt the corresponding ‘zap’. Both women paused and deliberately prolonged the buzz in their breasts by slowly rubbing their growing ****** erections across each other’s areolae, testing each other in this intimate contest. Neither woman knew who was going to be at the photo shoot they had both been booked to attend by their agents. Tina had admired Chesty from her photographs, while Chesty merely considered Tina to be a rival to be squashed.

She quite fancied the idea of squashing this upstart English girl’s huge, 84”GG pneumatic breasts with her own. With a 76”GG bust of a pair of very firm, heavy breasts, with ******s like ship rivets she felt that her experience easily outweighed Tina’s extra few inches. Tina considered the 54 year old Chesty to be an old cow, though she had to admit that her **** and her body were more magnificent than ever! Tina’s bust began to grow when she was a teenager and her bust just grew and grew and grew. It turned out she had Virginal Breast Hypertrophy, which basically means that the breasts do not know when to stop growing. It was quite different for Lillian Wilczkowsky - ‘Chesty Morgan.’ Though large, her breasts were quite normal until she was pregnant with her last child and the condition of Macromastia meant that her ***** grew to enormous proportions and never returned to their normal size again, and like Tina’s *****, they kept on growing.

Both of these women were in popular demand for erotic magazines and movies. Now 1983, neither woman could know that their modelling careers were drawing to an end, due largely to the fight between these huge breasted women. Tina felt the electric shock rip through her areola, but still she smiled at Lillian, just as she pushed her chest out suddenly and giving Lilly a hard shove. For just a moment, the two big breasts squashed tightly together, sinking into each other as though to test the strongest and firmest and, for that moment, the two giant breasts appeared to be trying to devour one another. Lillian’s right breast contorted out of shape briefly and bounced violently as she tottered backwards in an ungainly manner on her six inch high stiletto heels, her big **** bouncing and swinging.

“That’s nice. That’s good.” John, the photographer called out. “Let’s have some more of that kind of movement,” he said enthusiastically. “You mean another little push like this?” Tina said demurely as she leant forwards and sharply twisting her shoulder to the right slammed her massive left breast into the equally huge inside part of Chesty’s right ****, hitting it hard in the cleavage with a sweaty “SCHLAPP!!!” parting her cleavage as wide as it would go before it flopped back down to Chesty’s ribs. Tina actually had no need of sudden forward movement as her bust was so big and stuck out so far in front of her that she could easily reach two feet distance with it. As Chesty’s bust stuck out in front of her a good 18 inches or so 3 feet 6 inches between them meant that their breasts could still push one another around. Chesty glared grim faced at Tina.

“Are you taking the **** or what?” she snapped angrily. John liked the mean moody look on her sensual face: “That’s good darling. Makes you look sultry!” he said. “You want confrontational pictures?” Tina piped in her clarion voice. John picked up his rapid shots camera: “Yeah baby!” he said and set the camera reeling off its tirade of shots. Tina leaned across and slapped chesty hard across her face. This took Chesty by surprise as her face snapped from left to right and she immediately grabbed Tina’s long flowing golden hair. “Ok goldilocks. See if your big **** can get you out of this!” she said. Tina yelped as she felt herself being swung around by her hair, her enormous **** bouncing wildly, the weight stressing her shoulder muscles and chest ligaments. “God, These aren’t meant to bounce!!!” she yelled, stopping herself by grabbing Chesty’s right ****** atop her thick, engorged areola. “YAAARRGGHH!!” Chesty yelled as she felt her milk gland rich areola stretch, tearing at her breast flesh.

Yanking backwards suddenly she ripped a long lock of hair from Tina’s scalp. Tina was glad she had stopped revolving then angrily lashed out with her clawed left hand, her sharp nails lacerating Chesty’s right areola. As blood ran down her breastChesty whammed a hard left slap to Tina’s right cheek then ripped her right hind nails down the length of Tina’s bulging right breast. “AAHH! - Ohh, ohh, OHHHHHH!!!” Tina gasped in disbelief as her magnificent asset was defiled and disfigured with ugly scratches and runs of blood. Perhaps Tina should have quit at this point, but I’m afraid that raw anger took over. And she was desperate for the money, which would be more the longer the fight lasted. Facing Lillian squarely Tina raised her hands to shoulder height and with a scream, lunged forwards. There was a loud “WHAP!” as the women’s huge breasts met. Tina gripped the tops of Lillian’s shoulders, her nails pressing into Chesty’s clavicles.

The sheer amount of *** flesh squeezed from their sides between the women made it almost impossible for Chesty to reach around it. Failing that, she grasped this voluminous breast flesh like handgrips, wrenching and squeezing the *** meat between her strong fingers. “AAAAAHHH!!!” Tina shrilly screamed, then pulling away from Chesty, tried knocking her hands from her massive *****. Lillian took the advantage offered, and hurling herself chest first at Tina, slammed her equally huge **** into Tina’s massive mammaries. The mammoth collision bounced Tina violently backwards, she staggered on her high heels, waving her arms as she tried to regain her balance. Just as she righted herself she was suddenly rammed again with Lillian’s massive, heavy breasts.

This time Tina stood her ground and was knocked back only a stride. Lillian’s face contorted with contempt for super-busty Tina as she prepared for another ram, but Tina had beaten her to it and just as Chesty launched herself the two women’s chests met with colossal force and there was an almighty collision as their massive breasts slammed together, twisting and bruising the flesh, crushing glands and erect ******s, their *** meat squeezing in all directions, their breast veins bulging dangerously. Both groaning loudly, the women continued to push as hard as they could with their chests, their arms held out to their sides, both for balance, and to leave the way clear for their massive breasts to fight. Their bruised meat contorted and twisted as it ground together until neither woman could bear the pressure any longer. Both women withdrew and with a mutual snarl they both clamped their hands behind their backs and ran the few strides between them to smash their gigantic breasts together.

The “CRASH!!!” of thick flesh echoed around the room. Both women bounced off each other’s abused, swelling *****, only to ram each other again, and again, the blood from the previous scratches to their breasts trickling down them. First Chesty seemed to be winning this breast slamming fight, Tina was left gasping and sobbing, sweat and tears running down her lovely face, while blood, sweat and breast milk trickled down her magnificent breasts, now dotted with bruises and misshapen swellings turning them into uniquely feminine fighting weapons. Lillian’s breath juddered as Tina gathered her courage and slammed her chest back into ’Chesty Morgan’ as hard as she could. Hands gripped tensely behind her, Lillian firmly stood her ground, then taking two steps backwards prepared for a breast slam of her own. As Lillian leapt forwards hard, Tina did the same and the big women met with a bruising and *** busting “SLLAAAMMM!!!”

Both women yelled out in pain, then again as they continued slam after slam until their breasts were so swollen they looked almost twice their normal size. Gasping with pain, both women went for a final breast busting slam. Another alarming “SLLAAAMMM!!!” the biggest yet, exploded between these two busty women, sweat, blood and milk flying everywhere. Chesty jumped backwards as she felt a big gland in her right breast had literally burst. Pulled over by the weight of her breasts, Tina fell forwards as Lillian fell backwards to land on her shapely ***. “OWW!” Lillian gasped as her **** bounced massively, almost hitting her own face as her coccyx smashed into the floor.

Tina smashed her knees on the floor before tipping forwards onto her massive chest. Tina lay on her own fleshy mattress for a few seconds, her massive ***** mushrooming out from beneath her chest before she raised herself onto her extended arms as she faced the famous ‘Chesty Morgan,’ her fat ***** scraping the floor. Chesty lunged forwards to get Tina in a right arm headlock. “*****! You bust my ***!!” Chesty yelled at her enemy. Tina responded by grasping Lillian’s luxuriant hair in her right hand and wrenching Lillian’s head and neck to her left, tried to pull her down. Both women’s massive breasts mashed and contorted as they were twisted together, their ******s and areolas torturing each other, twisting and bruising their glands.

Tina was gasping for air and her face turned purple from Lillian’s vice like grip, but desperate times called for desperate measures and forming her free right hand into a fist, began punching it deeply into the side of Lillian’s left breast. “WHAM!”, - “SMACK!” - “SLAM!” described the punishment meted out on the unfortunate mammary. Lillian dropped her *** onto her heels in an effort to escape more injury, pulling sharply away from Tina. Using her left fist Chesty began pounding Tina’s massive right mammary and countering Tina’s furious punches to her left orb, following up with alternate punches to both breasts, - left-right, left-right, setting her own beach ball sized orbs bouncing and swinging with each blow as her own arms knocked them around. Tina responded in kind, her own arms flailing, setting her own rounded orbs swinging and bouncing as she sent vengeful blows to each of Chesty’s ****.

Blood, sweat and milk spattered from both women’s breasts as the pounding of each other’s mammary glands cruelly continued. More bruises began to erupted from thedamaged *** flesh, some splitting as a consequence of repeated pummelling, swollen veins and blood blisters showing the ferocity of the fight. Blood began to seep from Chesty’s right ******. Where the burst milk gland was situated. It hurt her like ****, so she decided to try to bust Tina’s ****. “WHAM!” after “WHAM!!” after “SMACK!!!” after “SMACK!!!” had Tina gasping as her magnificent ***** were peppered by bare knuckle sized bruises, those meeting their targets of swollen glands in the undersides of herbreasts causing her particular concern.

Lillian’s targeting of punches underneath Tina’s massive mammaries was too much for Tina and at the earliest opportunity she lunged forwards to grasp Lillian’s hair in both hands. Lillian reacted immediately and quickly secured Tina’s lustrous locks in her hands. Sitting on their heels, the busty women shook each other’s head violently, their huge **** swinging and colliding correspondingly. They had almost forgotten about the photographer, but John had not forgotten these battling women and their gigantic ***** as they continually crashed together. John was almost beside himself with excitement as he moved closer, while reeling off as many pictures as he could before he had to change the film canister. Lillian twisted her right hand full of Tina’s hair so close to her head that she was able to pull Tina’s head towards the floor. Tina’s right hand shot out and grabbed Chesty’s hugely erect left ****** and generously full areola.

Lillian screamed as her ****** was twisted right over, twisting her areola in corkscrew fashion, lymph fluid dribbled out of the tortured ******. She redoubled her efforts to overpower Tina and, raising her right knee, slammed Tina’s head against it using her hair. Blood burst from Tina’s nose and split lip, but despite this, and her head reeling from being stunned, she still clung viciously onto Lillian’s now purple, blood engorged left areola, twisting it counter clockwise, then clockwise, making Lillian scream afresh, - and now, she began to tug it hard towards herself. Lillian’s gargantuan left breast began to stretch incredibly as it was pulled across her own left knee, long stretch marks pulled into the bruised flesh. Lillian let go of Tina’s long hair and reached for both of Tina’s enormously Hypertrophic ******s and gripping them hard, like udder teats, pulled on them with all her might.

Her arms shook with the effort as Tina’s huge breasts were so heavy. Tina now had hold of both of Chesty’s enormous areolas and, squeezing and twisting them hard, squirted out volumes of milk which soaked her hands. Gripping harder, she pulled Chesty’s areolas, by her ******s to an incredible length, the skin stretching so thin that John thought it would snap. Lillian returned the complement, wrenching Tina’s areolas towards her so hard that she was tugging Tina towards her. A prolonged screeeeech left Chesty as her right areola split, tearing a long cut in it, her reddened ****** crushed in Tina’s hand. Chesty’s long nails sank deeply into Tina’s areolas as she crushed them as hard as she could. Tina screamed out in pain as she felt a swollen gland behind her left ****** burst! “Oh no! Oh NO!!!” she yelled, at first shocked, then angry.

The realization that they were literally busting each other’s **** swept over both women, but despite the pain, they blotted it out, as only women can do, they determined to fight to the finish until one woman’s big *** career was over. FOUR Chesty wanted no more hands-on mauling and punching and decided to take her own battle, and her own ****, into her own hands and use them like oversize fat truncheons, as she did in Double Agent 73. Chesty got up from the floor, using her hands, and lifted her heavy mammaries with their massive melon sized orbs on her hands and said to Tina; “C’mon *****! Fight like a REAL woman!!” Tina felt her sexuality had been impugned and affronted by this, determined to use her womanly weapons to smash Chesty’s womanly weapons.

For a gentle woman, the inevitable and imminent breast slam against Chesty Morgan’s pendulous whoppers was going to prove devastating to her cultured sensibilities. Each woman supported her huge breasts with her hands to ensure that their Zeppelin-like breasts remained pointing stolidly forwards. As each set of firm, thickly gland filled massive racks stuck out in front of them by two feet or more, they would leave a space between them so they could charge **** first at each other. Butterfly’s racked Tina’s stomach, and although tough girl Chesty would not admit it, she had an attack of butterfly’s in the stomach too. Inflating their chests enormously each woman took a long breath, then with a primeval scream, ran at each other’s prize possessions. A loud “WHAM!!!” burst from the women’s chests as they slammed together, Tina’s hard, inch long rivet-like ******s atop their long, sharp areolas gouged painfully and deeply into Chesty’s areolas.

Chesty’s pointed areolas and excited hard ******s dug deeply into Tina’s trying to turn her hard ******s inside out forcing the turgid milk sinuses backwards into the thick nest of glands inside her areolas. Tina felt a hot, painful bruising to her right areola, her ****** stinging as though it had been hit with a weapon. Her long left ****** bent against Chesty’s hardening areola causing a painful flick back. At the same moment Chesty’s right breast crushed Tina’s breast. The women’s long, hard erect ******s battled as they were drawn and swept across each other’s areolas, pushing each other aside, bending, twisting, flicking, stabbing and jousting. Crossing each other to their full length each ****** fought to rub the other raw. Areola grease covered their ******s while their ******s dribbled and flicked fluid from them, their scraping rubbing their swollen areolas sore.

Almost defeated, Tina gasped, and quickly kicking a leg backwards, twisted at the waist swinging her heavy firm **** from right to left, ripping both of Chesty’s amazingly long ***** across her chest. Chesty resented this attack, and taking a step backwards to rebalance herself, she took a right stride hard forwards slamming her excited right breast into Tina’s right, ****** to ******, areola to areola, before sweeping her massive rack right across her chest, ploughing into her cleavage and out of the firm support of Tina’s hands. Tina was amazed at having her basket ball sized ***** ripped from her hands and watched in astonishment as the massive things bounced uncontrollably, swinging enough to tear at her ligaments and powerful chest muscles. Tina scooped her long breasts up again and, using them like truncheons, swung and smashed her 50 pound rack against Chesty’s. The grunting of the women amidst the sound of raw breast meat pounding each other to mush was incredible.

Sweat, areola grease and milk flew in droplets over each woman and showered around the room. With Chesty’s long breasts being a similar weight to Tina’s each hand held breast slam must have had a hundred pounds of heavy breast meat behind it, and this was without counting the women’s body weight! The constant “SMACK!!”, “WHAM!”, “SPLATT!”, was taking its toll as dark bruises began to erupt, small dark blisters and raised veins as their breasts swelled from the rigors of the battle. Tina’s arms ached terribly from supporting the weight of her hefty weapons, but Chesty’s arms were also under tremendous strain from supporting her own breasts. But, using the techniques she had used previously in her movies, Chesty battled hard, eventually prevailing and sending Tina staggering backwards in retreat.

As Chesty closed in for another slam, Tina was so angry she didn’t bother to lift her **** or support them with her hands but swung the full 50 pounds of her heavy mammaries. The sideswipe of her heavy rack almost knocked Chesty off her feet and she went staggering sideways, her pendulous breasts swinging wildly, their weight almost pulling her to the floor. Chesty was not going to stand for such humiliation from this ‘slip of a girl’, and lifting her breasts clobbered Tina’s **** one at a time with them. Tina’s legs buckled from the blows, her **** throbbed from the bruises and ravages of battle, but as her pay check would be based on whether she won or lost, Tina continued to fight. Tina’s knees had sunk to the floor, and as Chesty approached to finish her off, Tina rose from the floor, breasts in hand, to wham them against the undersides of Chesty’s breasts.

“OWWW!!!” Chesty shrieked as the hefty “SMACK!” stung badly. This had the effect of knocking her backwards four steps, her breasts bounced loose as Tina closed in for another attack, swiping her ***** from right to left across Chesty’s sore breasts knocking them flying. Chesty just had the time to lift her heavy ***** before Tina’s next attack and she wasready with a heavy swing as Tina swung her long breasts straight at her. The two pairs of enormous **** collided with their combined weight of a hundred pounds. The enormous “SMMAACCKKKK!!!!!” sent sweat, grease, milk and blood flying in all directions, their unfortunate areolas met directly smashing each other flat as their erect ******s gouged into their gland rich areolas.

Both women were knocked backwards two or three strides. Their dropped ***** swinging somewhere around their thighs, were again lifted for battle, their pointed areolas held firmly forwards, the women charged each other, smashing their ***** head-on. Their pointed areolas topped by inch long hard ******s tore into each other’s breasts almost ripping their mammary glands apart. Tina shrieked with the pain. “Oh damn!!” she shouted. “Let’s just finish this you fat ****!” she said with a note of despair. “Gladly!” Chesty said with glee, thinking that her enemy was crumbling. The two massive breasted hellcats reached their hands out and hurling themselves together, wrapped their arms around each other in a mutual bear hug, crushing their mammoth sized ***'s between them. Tina forced her arms beneath Chesty’s arms to grip her around her back, her right arm around Chesty’s slim waist and her left arm around her back, her own upper arms squeezing her massive ***** together, forming a resilient and springy natural padding, Chesty’s left arm was over Tina’s right shoulder, her hand on her back, while her right hand was slapped against her back.

As the women twisted their upper bodies, grinding their **** mercilessly together, their enormous pairs of **** mushroomed out at their sides as they forced them together. Both women were grunting and cursing each other profusely, Chesty cursing mostly in Polish. “UUGGH!!” Tina grunted as her breath was forced from her lungs, “Speak English you *****!” she snarled. Her teeth clenched, Chesty grunted her disapproval of the notion! Tina began to twist her upper body to bury her hard inch long ******s deep into Chesty's ***'s with each rotation overwhelming Chesty’s smaller ***** easily. Chesty was not about to accept such humiliation and redoubled her efforts. The womanly grunting had to be heard to be believed as Chesty’s arm muscles bulged as though they would burst. Tina twisted her body furiously to make it more difficult and tightening her squeeze on Chesty at the same time. Neither woman had been able to draw a breath for quite a few long seconds and both were growing dizzy.

Chesty was now desperate to break this stifling bear hug and as the women tottered unsteadily back and forth on their high heels, Chesty finally succeeded in slipping a leg behind Tina's and with a hard push from Chesty’s breasts, they went down to the mat. Tina was crushed under Chesty as their massive ***** resisted each other because of the continued bear hug mashing their mammaries together painfully. As their breasts were crushed the women could breath, and this was made worse by having the breath knocked from both of them. The women mutually tore their hands free, but to Tina’s dismay, Chesty took the advantage by straddling Tina’s tiny waist and began mauling her ****. Her breasts being bruised and scratched and generally getting torn apart by Chesty, Tina desperately reached out to target Chesty's breast’s grabbing each by the big ******s and fat areolas and twisting them as she drove her fingers deep into the areola flesh. Chesty began bellowing in pain, then redoubled her efforts to destroy Tina’s *****, pinching and twisting her mounded areolas and twisting and pulling her long ******s as far as they would go as though trying to lift Tina’s shoulders off the floor.

Tina was becoming desperate to escape the pain and began slamming punch after punch into each of Chesty’s massive breasts swinging above her. Vicious upper cuts and right and left crosses combined with ****** pulling and ****** ******s achieved her target and Tina had succeeded in unbalancing Chesty and using one of her Hatha Yoga moves bucked her from her stomach, pitching her forwards and over her shoulder. Finding herself suddenly on the floor near Tina’s head Chesty took the advantage to smother Tina with her ****. Chesty draped her ***** over Tina’s head from above her head. Tina began to struggle as her air supply was cut off, first kicking her legs about before eventually grabbing Chesty’s head and pulling it forcibly against her own breasts. Now neither woman could breathe as they smothered each other with their breasts. Tina’s arms were clamped as firm as a vice around Chesty’s head and neck, as though fighting to the death.

Chesty pushed her arms under Tina’s neck and squeezed her face mercilessly into her deep *** flesh. Both women’s legs began to thrash wildly around as they fought to breath and clamped in this mutual death hug they rolled slowly across the floor. Tina appeared to have stopped resisting and her body was comparatively limp, but as Chesty struggled to unclamp Tina’s grip from around her neck she found that she could not break free. Astonishingly to Chesty, Tina’s arms felt as though they were continuing to tighten. Chesty was now feeling weak and losing consciousness, and seconds later she lay limp and lifeless. Incredibly, Tina unclamped her arms from around the unconscious Chesty Morgan and rolled onto her back to recover. Her huge **** flopped out to either side of her as she lay heaving for breath. “Wow Tina, how did you....? John began, suddenly lost for words. Without moving her position on the floor Tina exhaustedly breathed just two words: “Hatha Yoga!” Tina then rolled onto her side and, elbow on the floor, put her chin in her hand and said: “I learned breath control in practicing this Yoga!” “Effective, isn’t it?” she demurely giggled.

Chesty began to stir on the floor. Tina had pushed the groaning, almost lifeless form of Chesty onto her side, her huge **** spread out in front of her, almost swamping the floor. John had to help Chesty to her feet. Chesty Morgan, now just plain Lillian again, quietly accepted that she had lost this brutal fight. Neither woman wanted to go through all this again to make the movie they had been hired to make at a Film Studios on the outskirts of London. Tina cleaned up, took her huge cheque and set off to drive home in her Jenson Interceptor. Chesty never fully recovered her upset and never made another movie again.

Piers Knight