Mary Jane could feel Felicia's nipples harden under the sensual pressure of her breasts dominating Mary Jane's, stabbing into Mary Jane's tender, battered flesh. To her horror, Mary Jane felt her own nipples begin to harden from the stimulation, as Felicia began to grind her tits into Mary Jane's and purred, "I don't even know why I should bother to ask, because it's pretty obvious, but it's so much fun to hear you say it... who has the bigger, better, sexier, breasts Mary Plain? Which one of us has itty bitty little girl titties? Which one of us couldn't even BEGIN to fill the other's bra? Which one of us is actually capable of giving Spider the proper titty fucking he deserves, hmmm?" Felicia's full lips where close to Mary Jane's ear as she whispered her contemptuous challenge to Mary Jane, even as she stabbed and ground her larger, harder, nipples against Mary Jane's, bending and pushing them around, like some high school bully, "Yours are! You're breasts are so much bigger and s-stronger than mine. I couldn't begin to fill your b-bra." Mary Jane began to sob lightly. A mixture of rage, gear, lust, and envy running through her head.

Felicia laughed and pressed forward harder, as Mary Jane watched her breasts seemingly disappear into Felicia's in the mirror, "That's right... You're like a little girl by comparison to me, inferior in every way. You know what I did for Spider when I threw your sorry, fat, ass out? I took all your bras and snapped them with my breasts in front of him... I kept all your sexy lingerie and wear it for him every night so he can see how much bigger and better I am than you... so he can see how tight your teddies and nightgowns are, straining to contain my superior tits," Felicia hissed sensually into Mary Jane's ear, "But I bet you don't believe me... I bet you hold on to some small sliver of hope that bigger really isn't better... that I'm not THAT much bigger than you? But how to prove it... I KNOW! I'll put on your bra, and you'll put on my bra! That should do it, right?" Felicia had been waiting for this, her masterstroke. Beatings, while satisfying and stimulating, weren’t doing it. That much was obvious now. This however would send the mousy bitch away forever. After her initial assessment, Felicia never considered Mary Jane a rival, but she knew the redhead obsessed over it. Now she was able to lay the issue to rest.

Mary Jane imagined Felicia modeling for Peter in their bedroom. Her husband laying on the bed, lightly playing with his rock hard erection as Felicia made a spectacle of wearing the read head’s bras and lingerie. Mocking her modeling background as she’d strut a imaginary runway from their walk in closet past the bed before striking a pose in front of her masturbating husband. Or squeezing into bras that Mary Jane herself had professionally modeled for magazines, only to wear them better before snapping them with the slightest shrug of her shoulders. MJ had a large collection of undergarments, she wondered how many shows Parker had gotten, and how he’d compare them in his mind. Suddenly a very uninvited sensation washed over Mary Jane. Just for the briefest of instants, she wished she could have watched as well.

Giving Mary Jane's back one final squeeze, Felicia then gave her a hard shove that sent her sprawling back into the mirror, before turning once again towards her workout bag. Her back turned to MJ, Felicia fished through the bag looking for the final act humiliation for the redhead, but Mary Jane was beginning to have other ideas... she couldn't just stand there and continue to be dominated and humiliated by this arrogant, overconfident, bitch. Now with her back turned, unsuspecting and venerable. Mary Jane still felt sore and weak, but even if she failed, she had to at least try, or everything Felicia said about her was true... that she was weak and pitiful and didn't deserve Peter, and worst of all... that she WAS inferior to Felicia Hardy. Slowly standing up, Mary Jane got her footing and slowly advanced on Felicia, her back still turned, her beautiful ass swaying in the air.

Standing menacingly over Felicia, about a foot away, Mary Jane contemplated her attack, settling on tackling her from behind and beating her beautiful face against the ground, going for a quick knockout so she could escape... anything longer and she wouldn't have the strength or endurance, when suddenly, Felicia whipped around and delivered a roundhouse that sent Mary Jane back towards the exercise mats that had been the site of her earlier torment. Lying there, stunned and winded, Felicia mocked, "You've got to be kidding me... I’ve fought Venom and defeated Sabretooth! Did you really think I wouldn't notice a heffer like you clumsily sneaking up behind me? Still, I'm glad you tried... as much fun as it is to outright humiliate you, I love it when you struggle... but do you really want to rush to tonight's fight before hearing the stipulations?" Felicia sauntered over to where Mary Jane now lie, helpless, in a repeat of her earlier tabloid, stood over MJ's prone form and once again looked down on her from between her cavernous cleavage. In Felicia's hands were two lacy garments, one red and one black. Felicia moved her legs to either side of Mary Jane and sat on her stomach, straddling her in a mock schoolgirl pin, "Now, here's how it's going to be Mary Plain... we're going to box each other, but being that you obviously have no way of actually beating me, I'm going to give you a handicap... I'm going to wear your tiny bra, and you'll wear mine. Since your little titties are so much smaller than mine, just imagine how hard it'll be for me to breath with it on... see, a perfect handicap? Aren't I nice? But first, I want you to confirm that I'm not, God forbid, cheating!"

Felicia held up the lacy red bra for Mary Jane to see, "Is this your bra?"