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

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

At 23 years old, her husband and she had opened a small business in the suburbs of San Diego. For three years it had flourished and they spent the money as it came in, establishing themselves in the community and living the American dream. Unfortunately, the economy tanked and so did income. They didn?t want to lose the business and despite making ends meet at work, they weren?t making enough profit to support the mortgage payment and everything else. They needed extra income. Her husband, Tom, took a second job and she began waiting tables. They made enough money to support themselves but were running themselves into the ground. At 26, neither wanted their life to be the way it currently was, but they were both driven and determined and they weren?t going to let the world get the better of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

?Like, what kind of competitions?? Rebecca couldn?t understand what this had to do with her rack, which is what had started the conversation.

?Well they?re girl-girl fights??

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

?Nooo??

?Then what do you mean??

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

?What?? asked Rebecca incredulously.

?Titfights.? Replied Melissa more confidently this time. ?We fight with attacks to the breasts only. It?s a very unique thing, but people pay a LOT of money for it, and it doesn?t impact your face or the way you present yourself to the public, so it allows you to continue being a ?normal? member of society.?

?Unless someone finds out about it?? replied Rebecca, still a little leery?

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

?How much?? Rebecca couldn?t help but ask.

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

?How long do they last??

?About an hour??

?You fight with your boobs for an hour??

?There are 3 rounds.?

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

?No?? Melissa said, laughing.

?Oh, I knew there was more.?

?I didn?t mean 3 hundred?

Rebecca?s jaw dropped.

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

Two weeks later, Rebecca went and watched her first ?tournament? with her husband Tom. Melissa was fighting and she couldn?t help but be impressed by her friend?s tenacity in the match and how organized the whole system was. Matches were arranged generally by ?size class? although some women who were very good chose to fight ?up?, competing against bigger women.

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

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

Rebecca peppered her with questions until she was laughing.

Rebecca?s first match would be scheduled for the following weekend?

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

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

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

The next 4 months brought 8 more ?fights? all of which she won. She was rapidly becoming a ?celebrity? of sorts and ultimately was invited to participate in a ?tournament? in Tijuana for a minimum payday of 15,000.00. She was guaranteed 3 fights though and maybe more. She and Tom agreed. Melissa wasn?t participating, but had asked to come and watch. That was how she had gotten to where she was today.

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

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

The second round was vicious and Liz was brutal, exacting revenge on Rebecca with razor-sharp long nails. She had torn Rebecca?s tits and nipples to pieces. The fight had taken the wind out of Rebecca and she wasn?t sure that if she had been able to catch her breath that she wouldn?t have given up. Despite being hurt, the third round was all Rebecca, the strap was clearly Liz?s weak round and she quit 9 minutes in. Rebecca was pleased with herself. Afterwards she and Melissa had talked about what was obvious to them both?the titmauling was Rebecca?s weakness. She would have to be prepared for the second round in all of her fights.

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

The rest of the way was a double-elimination set up. Quarter finals, followed by ?fight backs? (the women who lost in the quarter finals fought to see who would fill the slots in the second round which was comprised of 3 fights. The losers in this round fought to see who fought in the next round of 3 fights.) The next round was two fights?semifinals, followed by championships. It was complicated, but Rebecca knew what had to happen. She could lose once and still keep fighting but she couldn?t lose twice.