A Meeting of Equals - Hannah vs Stacey

Hello,

This is the first thing that I've ever written and the story I was alluding to for what must be years now. I realized that I would never release it as I would just keep adding and adding, proofreading and proofreading and I kind of want to just get it out there. I understand if it isn't for everybody or if some people feel this is too long, but I think many people here or on the old forums would enjoy it. The focus is more 'fight' to start and then sexual elements begin to appear. I also plan on releasing it on Pixiv. For those unfamiliar, I wrote an image set story a few years ago on Pixiv revolving around these same characters with art from Allesey. The initial name was Swolemates when I began writing this, but then a webtoon came out and I kind of nixed the name due to not wanting people to find this when searching for it. I'll most likely end up changing the name of this story when I think of something better. Two additional characters 'appear' in this story, Katie and Liz, who were the main characters of my first three image sets (also drawn and created by Allesey). Anyways, I've been sitting on this page for a bit, hesitant to post and I'll just keep rambling.



A Meeting of Equals
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Tired was an understatement, Stacey Hightower was exhausted. The taste of blood and sweat was a mainstay on her tongue, whether from her or her opponent was anybody’s guess. Across from her in a similarly exhausted state was Hannah Greenville, her roommate. The two were in the twelfth round of a grueling boxing match that more resembled a brawl than a combative sport. They had met several days prior during move-in day. While Stacey wasn’t keen on having a roommate, her parents thought it would be a good idea for her to branch out and meet people her own age.

Stacey didn’t have the privilege of a normal upbringing. She was the heiress to the construction conglomerate, Hightower Construction. The company was one of the premier builders in the nation and had actually built most of the buildings on campus. As such, her family had built hidden getaways all across campus, typically in the basements of each dorm. These getaways were only accessible by family members and their guests. They were also maintained by cleaning staff once a week. Stacey, a fitness buff, had made sure to choose the dorm with quick access to a personal gym equipped with every machine needed for strength training. As an added bonus, the gym contained a gym, lounge area, juice bar, and two bathrooms. The gym was her happy place, somewhere she could vent her frustration and anger in a healthy way.

Stacey was sheltered from a young age. Being the heiress to one of the largest construction companies did have its perks, but for the most part it only served to isolate the girl. She was constantly given respect that she felt that she hadn’t earned simply due to her family name. On top of that, Stacey wasn’t like the other girls of her social class. She was broad shouldered with a thick, muscular build. At social gatherings the other girls would take to calling her names like Rhino, Gorilla, Buffy, or Amazon. Rather than shy away from her body type, she chose to support her body’s growth with copious amounts of weight training. She thought maybe if she made her body intimidating enough, the other girls were leave her alone, but as her body grew, so did the taunts. After exhausting her core classes through two years of virtual community college, she needed a school where she could complete her literary degree and offered additional masters courses. That’s why she chose to go to Venture State University. Besides, it was the chance for a new start around people from what she hoped was a less judgmental social class. So far, she was right, her size was intimidating enough to her peers that they didn’t jest about her body type and her status as the heiress of Hightower Construction kept people on their best behavior around her. The combination made her feel unstoppable, unchallengeable… until she met Hannah Greenville.

Hannah was the eldest daughter of Greenville Farms, a mid-sized farm in the middle of the state. As her home was so far from any form of civilization, she had been forced to home school her entire life. Still, Hannah found ways to keep busy by either working on the farm or reading a book with her little sister. She had even made a makeshift gym in her family’s old barn. The gym was a perfect way to spend the day as it not only provided great exercise, but the added strength made her chores much easier to complete. Bailing hay was no easy task, but by adding muscle she figured she could finish quicker and get back to reading. She found a decent weight set at a flea market a few hours away and trudged it back home to accompany her self-made barn gym. Hannah, like Stacey, was broad shouldered with a thick, muscular body type. Her build allowed her to lift amounts that most men would be in awe of. Her strength gave her confidence, something that was readily apparent whenever the girl approached a new challenge. That is, until she attended her home school prom.

Prom was dumb, Hannah had decided prior to going. She didn’t want to meet any boys and why would she want to talk to girls that she would never even see again. Still, her parents thought it would help build up her social skills, so she begrudgingly attended. Hannah was never fully aware of the uniqueness of her build until she saw the other female students at the dance. They were thin, petite, and most certainly not as dedicated to fitness as she was. The other girls took one look at Hannah and started whispering amongst themselves. Hannah would later find out that they were making fun of her stature, calling her things like Amazon, Beast, Gorilla, or Monster. Needless to say, home school prom did not go well for Hannah. The rejection by her peers made her train even harder. She spent the next two years building up her body to a point where nobody would dare insult her again as she attended virtual community college to complete her core classes and found a state university with an accredited literary program that also offered a masters program. It worked, somewhat. Her size was intimidating enough that nobody made fun of her body type at university. As an added bonus, her strength only added to her already sky-high confidence in her physical ability. She felt unstoppable, unchallengeable… until she met Stacey Hightower.

The two had met on fairly good terms. Both had arrived at the dorm at fairly the same time and helped each other move their items into the dorm room. Both girls had Venture State University sweaters on and long, baggy sweat pants. While both girls noticed their very similar heights and shoulder widths, they had not suspected that the other girl would have a build anywhere close to her own. That is, until the girls moved in the televisions and furniture together. Both had thought that the items seemed exceptionally light while lifting them together. This piqued some curiosity as to what the other was hiding under her baggy clothes.

Once all the items were in the dorm room, the two girls decided to claim their rooms. Stacey, being a Hightower, was able to precure a dorm suite normally suited for four people for just her and one roommate (randomly selected from other students of similar interests and age per the entry survey). One room faced the school park while the other faced the bell tower. Both girls wanted the view of the park so they would have something to look at while they worked on their assignments. This led to their first impasse. Hannah suggested they just flip a coin, but picking a room seemed to be too big of a decision to leave to luck to the other girl. Stacey instead said they should tour the dorm first and then brainstorm a solution to their dorm room problem. Eager to explore her new confines, Hannah agreed and the two were off to see what amenities their new home had.

All in all, they lucked out in the dorm selection process. Their hall had a restaurant, three floor lobbies, a convenience store, and a computer lab for test taking. Hannah was a little annoyed, however, that any meaningful gym with weights was a few buildings over. Upon learning of her new roommate’s annoyance, Stacey decided to show her the private gym in the basement. Afterall, if they were going to be rooming together, she may as well try to make friends with the girl. Plus, she figured that she could assert her superiority over her roommate by showing her who the strongest girl in the room was. Upon entering, both girls were in complete awe of the room and all it had to offer.

On the righthand side of the gym was every machine weight imaginable. Stacey explained that her family had chosen machine weights as if she was going to be working out alone, free weights were much too dangerous. Also, there was a fully stocked juice bar and all the protein powder a buff girl could ask for. In the back of the room in either corner were two bathrooms. In the front left corner of the room was a lounge area with a large, 85” television, coffee table, and a compact loveseat with USB ports. Finally, on the lefthand side of the room was a full-size boxing ring with two pairs of boxing gloves hanging from the ropes. Both girls looked at each other, unbeknownst to the similar thoughts going through the head of their roommate. If they had been aware, however, they would both realize that the other girl saw the room as her own personal paradise.

“Is this how Hightower Construction always does it?” Hannah asked in shock while holding her hands out and doing a circle to show off the room.

“More or less.” Stacey replied coolly while crossing her arms and scanning the area for the dumbbells. She had an idea of how she was going to get the park-facing room. “Say, I have an idea if you’re up for it.” Stacey mentioned.

“If you’re going to ask me to go a few rounds with ya’, I’m down.” Hannah said jokingly while sticking her thumb towards the boxing ring.

‘Interesting,’ Stacey thought, ‘she seems awfully confident in her abilities. I wonder if she lifts heavy or for endurance... Still my idea is going to work.’ “No, not right now… I was thinking more along the lines of a weight lifting competition… Whoever can life the highest amount gets the room of her choice.” Stacey said calmly, not wanting to show her hand too quickly.

‘Is this girl for real?’ Hannah thought, ‘She has no idea what she’s getting herself into if she’s challenging me to a bicep curls contest. Maybe I should advise her against her suggestion… but I DO really want that room…’ “What, like one rep?” Hannah asked.

“That seems appropriate. Unless… you want to go for more than one rep?” Stacey replied.

“No, no! One rep is fine, I just wanted to know ahead of time. Okay, so then I need to go for my max right away!” Hannah exclaimed.

“You lift? Oh no… I may be in trouble.” Stacey said mockingly. ‘This girl has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.’ Stacey thought.

“A little… It gets lonely out in the middle of nowhere. A girl’s got to do something to keep the boredom away.” Hannah said mockingly while walking over to the dumbbell rack.

“I lift a little myself.” Stacey admitted. “Are you right-handed or left-handed?” Stacey asked.

“Right-handed, you?” Hannah asked.

“Left-handed.” Stacey replied.

“Okay, so one rep with our strongest arms… Hmmm fifteen…. twenty… thirty-five… hmmm…..” Hannah wondered aloud attempting to intimidate her new acquaintance.

‘Enough with the charades, time to blow her mind. Watch this!’ Stacey thought as she reached for the pair of fifty-pound dumbbells. Her arm intercepting Hannah’s as she was reaching for a dumbbell in a similar area.

“H… hey! Watch out!” Hannah exclaimed as she felt her right biceps collide with Stacey’s left biceps. “W… what are you even reaching for?” Hannah asked curiously.

“The fifty-pounder… you?” Stacey explained annoyedly.

“The same…” Hannah stated as she searched Stacey’s eyes exploringly.

“You can curl fifty pounds as well?...” Stacey asked, similarly exploring Hannah’s eyes for any signs of deceit.

Both girls stood in a half-crouched position with their arms still extended, biceps resting on one another. Their biceps twitched against each other as they waited for the other girl to cede her position. Still, neither girl moved, which caused their tempers to begin to rise. ‘This is normally the part where she’d back down and let me grab the weight…’ they both thought.

‘She can’t be serious…’ Stacey thought. ‘Surely she’s mistaken or trying to get in my head… I know! What if I just flex a little to probe her a bit…’

‘Is this rich princess telling the truth?’ Hannah thought. ‘There’s no way somebody like her can match me… She grew up pampered… silver spoon and all. I know what I can do… I’ll show her a real bicep… flex a little bit… that’ll get her to back off…’

Suddenly, both girls clenched their fists on the dominant hands and pushed their biceps together. The first thing they noticed was that the other girl’s arm was solid, hard even. At first, they started with a little flex to feel each other out, but soon they were squeezing their fists for all they were worth and pumping their biceps together, hoping to intimidate the other girl.

“What is that puny thing?!” Stacey yelled. “Do you think you’re going to be able to intimidate me just because you have a little more muscle than the average girl?!”

“What about you?!” Hannah exclaimed. “My muscles are real! Built from years of hard work! Yours are all money and personal trainers!”

“I’ll have you know I did this all on my own and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some country bumpkin tell me otherwise!” Stacey shouted.

“Fuck the dumbbells!” Hannah bellowed. “If you think that your biceps are so strong, put them up against mine! Let’s fucking arm wrestle for the room!”

“They say college is a time for mistakes. I’ll have you know I’ve never lost an arm wrestling match in my life.” Stacey chimed. ‘I’ve also never been in an arm wrestling match, but she doesn’t need to know that’ Stacey reasoned.

“Well then, I guess you’ve just made your first one. I’ve never been beaten in arm wrestling either.” Hannah taunted. ‘I’ve never lost because I’ve never arm wrestled anybody… but I need to try and intimidate her.’ Hannah figured.

Neither girl wanting to be the first to back away instead made eye contact with her newfound opponent as the girls mutually nodded and backed away from one another. Stacey then motioned towards the juice bar area where there was a small square table big enough for a match between the two large girls. The roommates quietly sized each other up as they made their way over to the juice bar.

Stacey, who stood at 5’9”, fully took in her new roommate. ‘I think she may actually be as tall as I am… I wonder what her weight is… There’s no way she’s as heavy as I am… I’m 185 pounds of solid muscle…’ Stacey pondered. While some girls were afraid of being heavy, Stacey was proud of her weight. Every pound she gained was a testament to her hard work in the gym and she packed as much muscle onto her frame as she could fit.

Hannah, who stood at 5’9”, gave her new roommate a once over. ‘I actually think she may be as tall as I am… Still… how much could she possibly weigh?... I’ve got to be bigger than her… Heck, I’m 185 pounds of solid muscle…’ Hannah surmised. Like Stacey, Hannah was exceptionally proud of her weight. Every muscle she gained added pounds to the scale. She liked watching the number go up and tried to pack as much muscle onto her frame as possible.

Both girls noticed the other staring at her and walked towards one another. They were unsurprised when they found themselves staring directly into each other’s eyes. The girls closed the distance until their chests were slowly heaving only inches apart with every breath. Both girls let down a gulp before they opened their mouths.

“Back to back?!” both girls shouted awkwardly. Startled at their simultaneous request, both squeaked out a “Sure” before turning around and pressing their backsides together. That is, they would have if not for their powerful asses making contact first. Both sets large muscles keeping the girls’ backs a butt’s distance away from one another. Not trying to make the situation any more awkward, the girls tried to push their backs against one another, using their powerful legs to drive themselves into each other. Both girls succeeded in having their backs make contact as their butts slightly adjusted to allow each to slide a butt cheek between each other’s cracks. They tightened in shock as their butt cheeks squeezed each other in a movement that caused both girls to let out a slight gasp. Neither ever had their bodies stimulated in such a way as their ass cheeks rubbed and ground together.

‘Nnnngh… What is this feeling?’ Stacey wondered.

‘Nnnngh… What is this feeling’ Hannah wondered as well.

Quickly the girls measured their heights against each other, but could not determine who was the taller of the two. Then they quickly pulled apart, butts tugging at one another until they finally separated with a jiggle.

“It seems… we’re the same height…” Stacey panted. ‘Why am I panting? That wasn’t exerting at all…’ she questioned.

“Looks to be that way…” Hannah panted. ‘Why am I out of breath? All I did was walk over here…’ she pondered.

“I hope you’re ready to lose.” Stacey said, motioning towards the table as she walked over to it to sit down.

“The only one losing here is you.” Hannah replied as she went to sit down at the small table.

The girls immediately noticed a problem. The circular table was smaller than either of them had thought. While both girls could place both arms on the table in the proper position for an arm wrestling match, their legs were another story. Both girls had to place their right legs between their opponent’s legs, lest they’d be shin to shin. The girls’ calves lightly rubbed together as they both brought their right hands up and clasped them together. The two then placed their left hands on the table beneath their right ones and clasped those together as well. Hannah and Stacey stared at each other hesitantly as both felt beads of sweat forming on their foreheads and the back of their necks.

‘What is this feeling?... Am I INTIMIDATED by this girl?!’ Hannah thought in disgust.

‘Why am I so worried?... Am I INTIMIDATED by this girl?!’ Stacey thought in disgust as well.

“This Cowgirl’s gonna show ya’ how we do things out in the country Princess…” Hannah growled. ‘I have real strength… hers is just… just money and privilege…’ Hannah told herself.

“The only thing you’re going to be lassoing is a compress around your sore arm once I’m done with you…” Stacey snarled back. ‘I’m pretty clever.’ Stacey chuckled to herself. ‘My muscles were hard earned… hers are just… just side effects of bailing hay and milking cows…’.

“On three?” Hannah asked as she quickly swallowed, her throat feeling very dry.

“On three…” Stacey replied, mirroring Hannah’s swallowing motion.

“One… two…” both girls felt their hands tense “THREE!!!” they shouted as their arms sprang into motion. The first feeling both girls experienced was resistance unlike any they had even felt before. The only feeling that the two could relate to their current predicament was pushing against a brick wall. Their hands trembled as the power from both girls’ arms met and converged at a single point. Hannah and Stacey clasped each other’s left hands even tighter as both fought from leverage in their quickly intensifying bout.

‘I… I can’t move her!!!’ Stacey though panickily. ‘Am… am I going to lose?! I can’t! I won’t! My strength… it’s what defines me! If some random country girl can just stroll into my life and best me…, what do I even have?’

‘I… I can’t move her!!!’ Hannah thought panickily. ‘Am… am I going to lose? I can’t! I won’t! My strength… it’s what defines me! If some random heiress can stroll into my life and best me…, what do I even have?’

‘Calm down… I’m not at my limit yet… I just need a well-timed power surge… Once our balance is broken, I’ll be able to force her arm down.’ Stacey told herself.

‘Calm down… I’m not at my limit yet… I just need a well-timed power surge… Once our balance is broken, I’ll be able to force her arm down.’ Hannah told herself.

‘Now I just need to look for a moment of weakness.’ both girls thought as they brought their eyes up to meet for the first time of the match.

“You call this a push?” Stacey grunted as her biceps pulsed, “You may have power, but I have what you don’t… stamina…”

“Hah! I think you’re talking about yourself.” Hannah grunted as her biceps also pulsed, “I’m used to working hard for long periods of time… you don’t know a thing about stamina…”

“I spend hours in the gym lifting every day. Trust me when I say, not a single moment is wasted.” Stacey taunted.

“Well then, that makes two of us. Not much else to do out in the middle of nowhere.” Hannah responded.

‘That’s it!’ they both thought. ‘I really can’t stand this girl any longer… Enough games… I’m taking her down!’

With that, both Hannah and Stacey pushed even harder. Their arms trembled and biceps strained. Even the girls’ deltoids started to feel a slight burning sensation (a feeling familiar to them only after multiple sets of lifting). ‘I need leverage!’ the girls thought in unison. Subconsciously both girls pulled their left arms in an attempt to grasp the end of the table, but were stopped by their clasped hands. Both girls shot each other a look of shock, knowing that the other girl had a similar thought to her own.

‘Fuck! That’s out of the question… I’m not giving her any more leverage than she already has… Think… think… THE TABLE! The table has legs, right? Maybe there’s a center pole I can wrap my legs around!’ Stacey plotted.

‘Shit! If that rich bitch is going for more leverage too, then I’m not letting go of her hand… How can I get more leverage without her knowing… This table… hmmm… is there a center leg? What if I wrap my legs around it?!’ Hannah planned.

‘Let me just flex my left calf and see if it makes contact with anything…’ Stacey thought.

‘If I just flex my left calf, I can feel out whatever is down there…’ Hannah reasoned.

Flexing their powerful calves, the girls prodded around for some type of support below the table. After only sidling over a few centimeters, the girls hit paydirt.

‘There is something hard down there! Wait is it moving?’ Stacey questioned, giving another flex of her calf.

‘Ah hah, paydirt! That must be the table leg… wait… is it moving?’ Hannah wondered, giving her calf another flex of its own.

Each girl moved her leg closer to the object and flexed again. Simultaneously, the two muscles expanded and pressed against each other. They allowed their calves to rest against each other in a flexed state for a few seconds before simultaneously releasing the hold.

‘I can’t tell… I mean… it feels solid… That can’t be her leg, right?’ Stacey contemplated, flexing against the object again, this time rapidly to feel it out.

‘I don’t know… it feels solid… That’s got to be the table leg, right?’ Hannah considered, flexing against the object rapidly as well.

The girls felt their calves flex against each other again, this time a at a quicker pace. ‘That IS her leg!’ both girls surmised. ‘Is she trying to intimidate me by out-flexing me?!’

The girls shifted their legs even closer so that the back of their calves were touching. Then they repeated the process starting with a big, long flex followed by shorter bursts. ‘She IS trying to out-flex me! Fucking cocky bitch!’ both thought.

“You think your puny calf can compare to mine!?” Stacey jibed, flashing a wolfish grin showing off her large canines.

“Mine are going to pound yours into dust!” Hannah lashed back, flashing her own wolfish grin displaying her equally large canines.

‘This fucker is GRINNING at me! She’ll be frowning before this is over!’ Stacey decided.

‘I can’t believe this bitch is SMILING! She’s going to be pouting once I’m done with her!’ Hannah determined.

‘But fuuuuck…. Her calf is BIG… but I won’t be the first to pull away…’ both girls thought, their cheeks reddening each time their large calves rubbed together. ‘W… wait!... We’re arm wrestling!... Now’s the time! When she’s distracted!’

Both girls sent another surge of power through their arms, perfectly canceling each other out, arms still shaking perfectly in the middle. Regardless, the girls continued to pile more power into their arms. Their arms all the way from their forearms to their deltoids felt like they were on fire as the girls, unison, let out a groan of effort.

“GRAAAAAAAH!!!” Stacey cried out.

“GRAAAAAAAH!!!” Hannah shouted.

“I’ve got you!” both yelled before coiling their legs around their opponents left leg. Both girls let out a cry of pain as their left legs were smashed together by all the power they could muster in their lower bodies.

Stacey and Hannah finally broke eye contact and dropped their heads down, seeking any amount of leverage they could find. They torqued their lower bodies in an attempt to assist in pinning the other’s arm. Still, they were met by equal resistance from their powerhouse of a roommate.

“HUFF… HUFF…. HUFF… GUH… Fucking… cornfed… country fuck…” Stacey panted out.

“HUFF… HUFF…. HUFF… GUH… Fucking… protein powder using… city bitch…” Hannah panted out.

The girls let out a groan as their calves were smashed even closer together. The large, dense muscles unsuccessfully attempting to displace each other. Meanwhile, the girls’ biceps flexed and strained to new peaks as their girls unleashed the full power of their bodies into their warring appendages.

‘Ow!... Owwwww… my bicep feels like it’s going to burst!... and my calf… it’s being crushed!’ Stacey and Hannah each whined internally. ‘She’s fucking HURTING me! Yet she still has that dumb smile on her face!!!… Is she TOUGHER than I am?’

‘I need to squeeze my legs harder then!’ Stacey surmised. ‘I’ll make her hurt like she’s making me!!!’

‘If the princess wants to leg wrassle, then let’s leg wrassle!’ Hannah decided. ‘I’ll make her feel as much pain as she’s inflicting on me! I just need to squeeze harder!!!’

In unison the two roommates flexed their quads as they squished their calves even closer together. Simultaneously, the two combatants let out a girly cry, the combined strength of their muscular legs overcoming their abnormally high tolerances for pain. Upon hearing their opponent cry in anguish, the bulky battlers gave each other a smirk.

“Got you there, Red! Fuck you!!!” Stacey shouted.

“Hurt you there, Blondie! Fuck you!!!” Hannah yelled at the same time.

‘The country bumpkin was so focused on hurting me that she didn’t realize she got hurt as well… What a fucking gorilla…’ Stacey thought. ‘She’s all brute force… no tact. I can outlast her. It’s only been ten minutes so far. I can easily keep this up for another ten…’

‘The pampered princess was so focused on hurting me that she didn’t even realize she got hurt as well… What a fucking bull…’ Hannah thought. ‘She’s all power… no strategy. I can outlast her. We’ve only been going at it for ten minutes. I can easily keep going for another ten…’

Stacey and Hannah, both deciding on the same strategy, fell into a type of combative harmony. Both girls stopped their infrequent surges in attempts to surprise each other and instead opted to keep up constant pressure to slowly drain the strength from their opponent’s arm. The lesser, but more consistent intensity allowed the roommates to meet each other’s eyes once more. Blue and teal eyes stared daggers at one another as each girl analyzed the state of her roommate. Streaks of sweat flowed down their faces and arms as they took deep breaths, each hoping the extra oxygen would refuel their warring muscles. Still, the two maintained their cocky smiles, not wanting to show each other any signs of weakness.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Princess… but it aint gonna work!...” Hannah exclaimed before giving Stacey’s leg a good squeeze. “I can do this all day!”

“So can I, Cowgirl… you won’t outlast me!...” Stacey yelled while returning Hannah’s leg squeeze. “I’ll never quit!”

“Oh, you’ll quit once I break that pebble you call a bicep or…” Hannah continued while smashing her calf against Stacey’s, “powderize your weak little calf!”

“You’ll be the one crying out for mercy once I smash your puny bicep or…” Stacey threatened while crushing her calf against Hannah’s, “turn that tiny calf of yours into rubble!”

‘She thinks she can hang with me just because she can last ten minutes! That’s nothing!’ Hannah fumed. ‘I’ll make sure she never wants to tangle with me again!’

‘She thinks she’s so tough just because she lasted ten minutes! That’s nothing!’ Stacey steamed. ‘I’ll make sure she never wants to fight with me again!’

One minute changed to two, two changed to five, until the girls found themselves fifteen minutes into their impromptu arm wrestling match. Each girl felt her arm weakening as it strained against the other girl’s. Their mutual leg wrap became less like a vice and more like a hug with both girls maintaining their holds despite little to no damage being done as they shifted their focus to their ailing arms. Still, they rhythmically flexed their calves together, privately enjoying the feeling of their large muscles pulsing together. Each girl felt an unfamiliar tingling in her loins and a growing stiffness in her nipples after each mutual flex. The sensation confused them and added an extra layer of future problems to their bout.

‘Ungh… She keeps pounding calves with me… Feels good…’ Stacey thought hazily. ‘Rubbing muscles… with her… isn’t so bad… Nnngh… Fuck… I need to focus; I can’t let her win! My arm feels like Jello…’

‘Angh… She keeps crushing calves with me… Feels good…’ Hannah thought foggily. ‘Grinding muscles… with her… isn’t so bad… Nnngh… Fuck… I need to concentrate; I can’t let her win! My arm feels like Jello…’

The roommates began to rub their calves together as they flexed, heating up their bodies even more. Hannah and Stacey had become acutely aware of pleasurable sensations they felt between their legs every time they flexed and ground their calves together. Each girl became immediately thankful of her baggy hoody for hiding her rapidly stiffening nipples, not wanting to expose her excitement to her new dormmate.

‘Fuuuuuck… Need to stop… but how?!... How without appearing weak?...’ both girls thought. ‘I hope she doesn’t notice how red I am… I’ll just say it was from the arm wrestling if she asks… Wait arm wrestling… maybe I can shift the focus back…’

“Huff… huff… what’s wrong… Princess?... Can’t match me… without your lower body?” Hannah taunted.

“Huff… huff… just keeping… an even playing field… Cowgirl… Unless you’re ready to… face me like… a woman…” Stacey jabbed back.

“Gladly… we ARE arm wrasslin’ after all… I can crush your legs… another day…” Hannah panted.

“My sentiments… exactly… We can leg wrestle in the dorm… after I wreck your arm here…” Stacey huffed out.

Hannah and Stacey slowly untangled their legs, cautious for any form of deceit from their roommate. Neither wanted to be trapped in a vice by the other’s monstrous legs unless they could return the hold in kind. Eventually the girls were able to disengage their legs and switch the focus back to their exhausted arms. The two limbs trembled at the exact point they started at, neither girl having made any ground throughout their fifteen-minute battle.

‘Is this bitch on steroids?... Testosterone?... No… her features are much too feminine despite the muscles… There’s no doubt about it… She’s natural, just like me…’ both girls reasoned. ‘How is she this fucking strong?!’

Stacey tightened her grip, signaling that she was about to go for another push and Hannah responded in kind. The girls felt their biceps bulge once more as each of them attempted to force the other’s arm down. Their arms strained and burned as each roommate felt the strength being sapped from them one second at a time. Hannah looked across at Stacey to see her mouth clenched tight, large canines flashing in a predatory snarl and knew Stacey must be looking at the exact same expression on her own face as the blonde stared back at her from across the table. The two warring muscle girls carried on like this for the next five minutes.

‘Fuck… FUUCK!!!... My arm… it’s on fire!!!... I’m hardly even pushing anymore… but it’s enough… She can’t move me… I must have this buff blonde on the ropes!!!...’ Hannah thought desperately. ‘She’s strong… but my willpower will carry me! Time to show her who’s boss!’ Hannah then slowly brought her snarling face over their warring hands, finding Stacey doing the same.

‘Fuck… FUUCK!!!... My arm… it’s on fire!!!... I’m barely even pushing anymore… but still… She can’t budge me… I must have this ripped redhead on the ropes!!!...’ Stacey thought desperately. ‘She’s powerful… but my will is undeterrable! I won’t let some country girl come into my dorm room and take charge!’ Stacey then slowly brought her snarling face over their warring hands, finding Hannah doing the same.

The two roommates didn’t stop their advance until they were nearly nose to nose. Large, snarling mouths threatened each other from only inches away. Stacey and Hannah stared directly into each other’s eyes, brows furrowed in effort and aggression.

“You bit off more than you can chew, Hightower!!! // You bit off more than you can chew, Greenville!!!” they yelled simultaneously.

Both girls let out a war cry, mouths inching closer as their noses made contact. Taking a deep breath, they poured their remaining strength into their joined arms. The two women stared into each other’s furious eyes as they felt their muscles become weaker with every passing second. Grunting in exhaustion, Hannah and Stacey let out a deep exhale directly into each other’s open mouths. Still, desperate for air, the two inhaled deeply, taking in the other’s hot breath.

Thoughts came to Hannah in scattered spurts as she tried to hold off the buff heiress. ‘Too intense… Can’t even talk… We just emptied our lungs into each other… She’s struggling just as much… I need to hold out…’ Even as she tried to encourage herself, however, her arm began to reach maximum strain. Her bicep was so large, so taxed, that she felt as if it were about to burst.

Thoughts came to Stacey in small strings as she tried to hold off the buff farm girl. ‘So hard… Can’t even talk… We just filled our lungs with each other’s air… She’s having just as hard of a time… I need to hold out…’ Even as she said this to herself, however, her arm began to reach maximum strain. Her bicep was so large, so exhausted, that she felt like it was going to explode.

Both roommates knew they couldn’t keep fighting at the current intensity for much longer. Neither girl showed any sign of backing down though. As the sweat poured down their warring bodies, the girls’ expressions changed from aggression and confidence to worry. Their once ferociously grinning mouths showed the first signs of a scowl and their eyebrows began to upturn as both girls began to doubt themselves.
‘I… I don’t know if I CAN pin her… Even if I DO outlast her, my arm feels so tired…’ Hannah reasoned. ‘Yet she’s shown no signs of backing down… This stubborn BRUTE!!! Is she going to beat me?!’

‘Even… even if I OUTLAST her… I don’t know if I can even PIN her… My arm feels so weak…’ Stacey figured. ‘Yet she’s still coming at me as strong as ever… This stubborn BRUTE!!! Is she going to defeat me?!’

Closing their eyes, the two roommates put their full attention to the battle at hand. The only sounds that could be heard in the gym were grunts of effort and the slight shaking of the table they were matching strength on. It didn’t take long for Hannah and Stacey to realize that they were sounding their grunts and groans in unison, which only fueled the girls’ anger even more.

Normally two combatants may have found the hopeless situation comical or at least playful, but for Hannah and Stacey there was nothing more insulting than being unable to pin one another’s arms. Both girls’ identity was their strength and fitness, they were SUPPOSED to be able to defeat other girls with ease. Each of them traded social status… friends… sports… EVERYTHING… to develop into the buff bodied women they had become. They earned respect and found confidence through their strength. Now, however, all of their power, all of that work, seemed for naught. They each felt a bubble of hatred beginning to spread. How could this girl, who had no idea of her struggles, become so powerful? All of the hardship, the loneliness, the name calling… what was it all for if she couldn’t beat some random girl she just met?

‘This is WRONG!!! I should have won already!!!’ both girls thought in disgust.

‘This country FUCK, this isn’t right!!! I’m STRONGER than her!!!’ Stacey told herself. ‘Even if I can’t PIN her, I can force her to surrender… I’ll never give up! She’s never met somebody as stubborn as I am… I’ll keep going even if our biceps burst. She WILL surrender eventually, that’s my strategy… make her give up…’

‘This rich FUCK, this isn’t right!!! I’m more POWERFUL than her!!!’ Hannah thought likewise. ‘I may not be able to pin her anymore, but I CAN make her give up… If there’s one thing I am, it’s stubborn… I’ll keep going even if we destroy each other’s arms. She’s GOING TO give up eventually, that’s my goal… make her surrender…’

“HRRRRNNGGG!!!...” both girls grunted as they leaned even closer towards each other, foreheads gently butting. The match was nearing the thirty-minute mark and the two warring women still had nothing to show for it. “JUST… GIVE… UP!!!...” Hannah and Stacey screamed in unison.

The deadlocked muscle girls opened their eyes at the same time, seeing nothing but raw, feminine fury staring back at them. Brows still furrowed, the girls shoved their faces even closer together, seeking any advantage possible. Nose slipped past nose and foreheads pressed flat. Their eyelashes tickled one another, but neither girl was laughing. No, they were both seething with rage. Never before had either girl been pushed so hard, so far; and now they were seeking ANY advantage to best their opponent. Like tired wrestlers, Hannah and Stacey nestled their faces against one another, mouths centimeters apart. Steam poured off of them; their body heat overcoming the air in the climate-controlled room. Puffs of breath came out in a slight fog, both girls quickly inhaling and exhaling each other’s air. Mouths opened wide; the two girls snarled their toothy maws at one another. But for as close as their mouths were, their large, slightly protruding canines were even closer. ‘Close… TOO close…’ both girls thought, but neither backed away. They were too engrossed in the titanic struggle in front of them and pulling their faces away, giving up leverage, would be tantamount to surrendering. And surrendering is something that Hannah or Stacey would NEVER do.

The roommates slowly came to the realization that their battle was the most difficult and intense thing they had ever done. Their bodies were on fire from head to toe. They strained every muscle in their body in an attempt to give any possible assistance to their ailing arms. Estrogen and adrenaline fueled and excited the two amazons. Their nipples and clits became even more erect, throbbing with sexual energy. They used that energy to empower their arms as much as they could.

“NNNNGK… AHHHHHN!!!” the muscular combatants let out a girly moan of effort and exhaustion. For the first time in their lives, they felt vulnerable. The only solace they found, however little, was that their opponent was moaning simultaneously with them. ‘When will this end?!’ they thought frantically as pain lanced through their rapidly weakening arms.

Forearms tightened, biceps peaked, triceps expanded, deltoids flexed, and trapeziuses bulged as Stacey and Hannah attempted to stave each other off for as long as possible. Both prideful girls were losing confidence in her ability to outlast the other with each passing minute. By minute forty, their once aggressive snarls had been reduced to pained grimmaces and their brows furrowed in concentration. Neither girl allowed herself to open her eyes to peer at the state of the other. The huffing and puffing against each other’s impossibly close, but not touching mouths, was enough to know the other girl was struggling as well. They briefly thought of how ridiculous they must look; two girls pressed face to face in an arm wrestling position, but arms completely still except for the almost imperceptible shaking of their muscles as they mutually cried out in exhaustion and pain over the course of forty minutes. They quickly shook off those thoughts, though, as another wave of pain soared through the muscle girls’ arms.

“HRRRRRG!!!...” Stacey let out a cry of effort. ‘My arm… feels like… it’s going to burst!!!... This fucking farm girl… Save us both from this suffering and just quit already!!!...’

“HRRRRRG!!!...” Hannah cried out at the same time. ‘My arm… feels like… it’s going to explode!!!... This fucking city slicker… If she’d just give up, she could save us a lot of pain!!!...’

Still, neither girl would surrender. Within five minutes the girls were howling in pain against each other. Cries reverberating between their mouths and traveling down their throats. As the girls bellowed, they reflected on how raw and primal the contest was becoming. There was no sense in the contest. Logically they should have declared themselves equals forty minutes ago, but still, they continued struggling. And as they felt each other’s breath and shouts in their mouths… their throats… they couldn’t help but feel the slightest sense of intimacy in the experience.

“AHHHN!!!” Stacey let out a high-pitched yelp. ‘Wh… what is she doing to me?... What’s this feeling?...’ Stacey felt a thump in her chest and her loins tingle. ‘Why is she making my body react like this?... I’m beyond exhausted; even if one of us wins we’ll be pain for days… She’s reduced me to a wailing mess… and yet… I don’t want to stop…’

“AHHHN!!!” Hannah let out a high-pitched yelp as well. ‘Wh… what’s happening to me?... What’s this feeling?... Hannah also felt a thump in her chest and a tingle in her loins. ‘My body… it’s so excited… I’m completely drained… Even if there is a winner, we’re both going to be so sore after this… She’s reduced me into a wailing mess… and yet… I don’t want to stop…”

The arm wrestlers forced their drained arms against one another with gusto, arms continuing to shake as they rolled their foreheads against each other, unleashing a fresh flow of perspiration from both girls that mixed and mingled together. They tasted the saltiness of their mixed sweat as they ran their tongues across their front teeth, tongues closer than either could imagine. The pain, becoming too much, triggered the girls to unlace their left hands in favor of tightly gripping their strained biceps.

“AAAAAAAAAGHN!!!” They both moaned, sending vocal waves down each other’s throats once more. Fifty minutes, their struggle was at the fifty-minute mark and yet neither girl was able to make even a millimeter of progress against one another.

“I will… crush you!!!...” Stacey screamed, more to convince herself than as a show of confidence. ‘I’m in too deep!!!... I can’t give up now even if I wanted to… Imagine… a Hightower surrendering to some random farm girl… Oh fuck!!! My arm huuuuurts!!!...’

“Not if I… crush you first!!!” Hannah shouted, trying to convince herself that she could beat the rich heiress. ‘I’ve gone for too long to just give up now!!!... I refuse to lose to a Hightower of all people! She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth… for a Greenville to lose to somebody like that… it would be insulting… Oh fuck!!! My arm huuuuurts!!!...’

Five more minutes passed and tears started to form in the roommates’ eyes. The two had forgotten why they had even started the strength contest in the first place. The only things occupying their minds were pain, panic, determination, pride, and an additional, unfamiliar feeling.

Hannah and Stacey sent another surge of power through their arms, immediately finding an equal, resisting force. Their arms were tired. Both of them felt their limbs failing as their arms slid back towards their bodies, pressure slowly forcing their hands down towards the table. The muscular women let out a chorus of “No… No… No…” as they struggled against one another, both afraid of being pinned.

‘Wh… what can I do?! Do I use my legs again?... No… She’d use hers too and we’d be right back in this position… only worse…’ “AAAAGH!!!” Stacey moaned against Hannah as she felt Hannah moaning back against her. ‘What if I tilt my chin forward for leverage?... But no… her mouth is so close… Still, she might never see it coming… It could be enough to shock her and give me an opening…’

‘Is… is there anything I can do?! Do I clamp legs with her again?... No… She’d clamp back and we’d be right back here… only with even more power…’ “AAAAGH!!!” Hannah moaned against Stacey as she felt Stacey moan back against her. ‘I could press my face even closer against hers for leverage… But no… we’re hooting and hollering against each other from millimeters away… Still, bumping our chompers together might be enough to stun her… It could give me an opening to pin her arm…’

“No… no… NO!!!...” Hannah repeated as she felt her arm slide further back, leaving their wrestling arms only around six inches from the table. ‘KEEP GOING!!! DON’T LET THIS END!!!... Wait… Where did that come from?... Am I actually enjoying this?... I’ve certainly never been more challenged… Maybe bumping mouths is a bad idea, I don’t want to scare her off…’

“No… no… NO!!!...” Stacey repeated in unison as her arm also slid back. ‘KEEP PUSHING!!! DON’T LET THIS END!!!... Huh?... Why did I think that?... I DO love a challenge and this is definitely the toughest challenge I’ve ever faced… Maybe I shouldn’t tilt my chin forward… She might not want to do this again if we mash mouths…’

“What’s wrong… City Slicker?! Struggling over there?! Ya know… you could quit yer desperate blabberin’ over there if you just gave up!...” Hannah taunted after another myriad of “No’s”.

“Sounds like you’re struggling just as much, Cowgirl! Maybe you should just give up instead of repeatedly moaning and shouting ‘no’.” Stacey taunted back.

As if on cue, the weary battlers let out a groan in exertion followed by a deep exhale. “OOOOOF!!!...” The roommates sent another gust of wind down into each other’s lungs followed by quick, exhausted pants.

“You know… your arm is going to be ruined for days after this!...” Stacey whimpered as tears of effort and exertion began to flow down her cheeks.

“Yeah but… so will yours!...” Hannah sobbed as her own tears collided and laced with Stacey’s.

“So WHY?!... WHY HAVEN’T YOU GIVEN UP YET?!” Stacey screamed as she choked on a sob.

“WHY?!… WHY HAVEN’T YOU?!” Hannah yelled back choking on a sob of her own.

“BECAUSE… I CAN’T LOSE!!!!!” They shouted in unison as their arms collapsed sending a resounding *THWUMP* throughout the gym. Stacey and Hannah opened their eyes in shock, taking in each other’s worried and worn features for the first time in thirty minutes. They then slowly tilted their eyes downward until they saw that their wrists had met the table at the same time, arms having given way backwards towards their bodies as they ran out of power. The two sat there in stunned silence, faces still pressed together, unwilling to be the first to pull away and appear weak. Blue and teal eyes searched one another for an agreed outcome, a purpose, a meaning to their struggle, but all they found was defiance. Neither girl was willing to accept their situation as defeat, instead each girl’s eyes shimmered a flash of pride knowing that they were only moments from besting one another.

The roommates huffed against each other’s faces, part out of necessity and part out of competition. Sure, they could have pulled away and caught their breath, but each girl wanted the other to know that she was the one who recovered faster. Neither was particularly surprised, however, when their breathing steadied out at the same time. The equality of their bodies being not being as surprising as it had been sixty minutes ago, or at least the equality of their arm muscles.

“So what… a draw?...” Hannah whispered, afraid to put their reality into words. ‘I can’t even pretend that I won.’

“It looks like it…” Stacey whispered back, equally unsure of where to go to from there. ‘I can’t even fake that I beat her.’

“We got pretty loud there… You sure nobody heard us? Like nobody is going to just drop in?” Hannah asked.

“Do you think I’d be face to face with a ruffian like you if they could?” Stacey replied, referring to their still-pressed faces.

“If you can’t take it, then back up you brute…” Hannah taunted aggressively.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. But no, I’m not giving you the satisfaction of even a menial victory, Greenville…” Stacey taunted back.

“That’s something we have in common, Hightower…” Hannah growled at the blonde. “I’ll never back down from you…” Hannah glared at her roommate.

“Likewise…” Stacey returned Hannah’s glare.

The two girls stared aggressively into each other’s eyes, applying a bit of force into their butting heads.

Suddenly remembering the purpose of the contest, Hannah asked “So where does that leave our room situation, Princess?”

“I don’t know, Cowgirl… I didn’t think that far ahead…” Stacey admitted. ‘I didn’t expect THIS to happen… I mean, who could?... I think we just set an arm wrestling match length world record… Maybe another contest? But what?... My right arm is wrecked… but my left… no… Would she really want to go through all of that again?...’

‘Think Hannah… tie breakers… tie breakers… My right arm is shot… but wait… My left feels fine… no… She wouldn’t want to do that all over again… Would she?...’

“We need to think of a tie breaker…” Hannah began while thinking of all the equipment she saw when they entered. ‘I mean, the obvious response is seeing who can lift more… but I really want to go against HER again… I want to push my body as far as it can go and she’s the perfect test… What if we box?... No that won’t work, I can barely lift my right arm… We could lay down some mats and wrassle’ around the gym floor… That could be too risky though… What if she has training? I’ve never wrestled anybody before… Legs… legs… I think leg wrestling is a thing… but how do you do it?... I need to look that up… We could always arm wrassle’ again with our left arms… Do I really bring that up? I feel like we’re both avoiding that obvious solution…’ Hannah thought while flexing and stretching her left arm.

“Obviously…” Stacey replied while thinking of all of the equipment in the room. ‘Let’s see… I mean we could just lift weights… but I really want to face HER… I want to pit my body against hers again… Hmmm boxing? I’m not sure I could even throw a punch with my right arm… There’re some mats over there… We COULD wrestle… but I don’t even know how to wrestle…. Maybe we could leg wrestle? Is that even a thing? I need to do some research… Do I really suggest we arm wrestle again with our left arms?’ Stacey thought while lightly flexing and stretching her left arm.

“Y’know I’d of had you if our arms didn’t slip…” Hannah blew against Stacey’s mouth.

“Get real, I was just about to finish you off…” Stacey blew back against Hannah’s mouth. “We COULD just finish what we started!” Stacey growled, tightening her squeeze on Hannah’s right hand.

“We COULD!” Hannah growled back returning the squeeze.

The two girls glowered at each other, their eyes betraying their confident words. Neither was sure they could last another minute against the powerhouse in front of them. This became evident when they attempted to reposition their arms in an upright position, but they just crashed back down onto the table again. Their thumbs became unclasped in the collision and suddenly both girls had an idea.

Frantically the two girls shot their thumbs together. If they couldn’t best their opponent in arm wrestling, then thumb wrestling would have to do. They started with their thumbs pressed flat to no avail, attempting to overcome each other with pure strength. When that didn’t work, they tried to push them side to side on the left side of their thumbs with similar results. On the right side of their thumbs, however, both girls realized they could wrap their thumbs behind each other’s knuckles for a pin. Aided by a layer of sweat, Hannah and Stacey slid their thumbs past one another and ‘pinned’ each other (really they were just pinning each other’s fingers below the knuckle, but that was good enough for them).

“HAH!!! ONE!!!...” both shouted. ‘I’ll just pull my thumb free RIGHT before three…’ they both thought. “TWO!!!...” they both continued. ‘Actually… her grip’s pretty tight!!! Let go!!!’ they thought. The roommates jerked and jostled attempting to pull their thumbs free, but neither was able to break free. In the effort, however, the girls lost focus and their mouths tilted towards one another as they shouted “THREE!!!...”

*Clack* “HMMMF?!...” Stacey and Hannah let out a surprised grunt and sprang apart. Their free hands shot to and covered their mouths. Once the initial shock wore off, they slowly lowered their hands and clenched their teeth, angrily.

‘Wh… what just happened?...’ Stacey thought as she looked across to Hannah and her ferocious snarl, taking measure of her oversized eye teeth. ‘My canines definitely bumped into something hard… Did we just touch mouths?!’

‘Hu… huh?...” Hannah thought at that same moment as she looked across at Stacey and her ferocious snarl, taking measure of her oversized eye teeth. ‘My canines definitely bumped into something solid… Did we just bump teeth?!’

They sat across from each other glaring and huffing, staring at each other’s mouths. They then each ran their tongue over their canines in silent acknowledgement of what just happened. Stacey and Hannah felt their nipples and clits pulse as they replayed what had just transpired in their minds.

‘We… we just bumped canines?!...’ both realized.

‘I… I just rubbed canines with this small-town girl?!’ Stacey thought in surprise. ‘How could we not… Look at how big they are… Still… They aren’t as big as mine…’

‘I… I just butted my canines against this rich heiress’s?!’ Hannah thought in shock. ‘I’m a little surprised it didn’t happen sooner… Look at the size of those things… They’re almost as big as mine…’

“I bet you were just dying to do that… with the way you were breathing down my throat during the match!” Stacey accused. ‘Why am I doing this?... I should have just let it go!’

“Me?! You were breathing down my throat just as much! I bet you thought I’d be an easy target with those huge fangs of yours, but you just met your match!” Hannah proclaimed. ‘What am I saying? What has she done to me?! Did I LIKE touching canines with her?... No… that would mean I’m a…’

“As if you weren’t thinking the same with those massive canines of yours. I bet you thought I’d be easy to conquer, but you met your match!’ Stacey responded. ‘Why am I even entertaining her?! Did I LIKE touching canines with her?... Do I want to do it again?! No… that would make me a…’

Rapidly coming to a realization that neither wanted to confront in the moment, they did what any two closeted individuals would do. They vehemently denied and banished the thought, forming any other rationalization in their head that made sense and projected their fears on the other. Then at the top of their lungs they shouted, “I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M ROOMMATES WITH A FUCKING DYKE!!!”

Silence followed in the gym as the two slowly disengaged their right hands and stared at each other in shock at the accusation. ‘Is she right?! Well not a dyke, but a lesbian?!’ they both thought.

“I WAS going to just suggest we SHARE the room, but NOW I don’t want to share a room anymore! Let’s go! Lefty!!!” Hannah shouted, standing up and slamming her hands onto the table.

“Gladly! I’d never share a room with a fucking lesbian!” Stacey replied, mirroring Hannah’s actions.

“Let’s up the ante! We’re forced to be roommates this semester, but we can find new ones next semester… Loser gets the whole ROOM!” Hannah suggested. ‘Let me get out of this damn sweater… That should make sure my arm doesn’t slip this time.’

“Works for me! You’ll be looking for a new place by January!” Stacey agreed. ‘It’s too damn hot in here, my body will just wear out faster wearing all these layers…’

Hannah and Stacey then moved to slip their sweaters off. The baggy apparel was removed with ease and each girl was able to see her roommate’s body for the first time. Hannah wore a blue tank top that only covered her chest, leaving her arms and abs on display. Stacey wore the same style of tank top, but in purple. To the girls’ chagrin, they had to admit that looking at the other girl’s body was like looking in a mirror. In fact, if not for the slight difference in their skin tone, the two weren’t sure they would be able to tell their muscular arms apart. The girls continued to appraise each other, allowing their eyes to linger on their roommate’s chiseled abs. Their gazes then slowly traveled up the other’s body, taking time to look for weaknesses they could exploit, but finding none. Their line of sight then fell onto each other’s large breasts. They were currently constricted in tight, sweaty tank tops and left very little to the imagination. The girls’ breathing increased as their eyes found each other’s taught, erect nipples, poking defiantly against the sweat-drenched fabric of their tank tops.

‘This bitch… her body’s even reacting the same way mine is… Look at those things… Are mine longer?...’ Hannah thought, looking down at her own chest. ‘No! No Hannah, stop! Bad thoughts… bad thoughts… Just beat her and end this… whatever this is…’

‘The fuck?... Look at her nipples… Her body is reacting the same way as mine… Are they as big as mine?...’ Stacey thought, looking down at her own pair of stiff nipples. ‘Gah! What’s wrong with me?! I need to stop thinking like this… I just need to finish her off… She’s the problem…’

Betraying their thoughts, the girls found themselves rounding the table to compare their bodies a little closer. Their chests heaved up and down as the two breathed deeply, trying to control their rage from only moments earlier. They started by standing a foot away, but shuffled closer and closer in one another in almost imperceptible movements. They continued to move together like two low-power magnets until the tips of the nipples were about an inch away from each other. The distance between their nipples shortening for every deep breath the girls took.

‘Hannah’s sizing me up… I can’t back down…’ Stacey decided. ‘I could tear into this bitch right fucking now! Look at her… I bet she thinks she’s so tough… Forcing a draw between our muscular bodies…’

‘Stacey’s testing me… I can’t show weakness…’ Hannah determined. ‘If she wants to throw down, I’ll wrap up with her right now! Look at her… I bet she’s so fucking proud… Managing to force a stalemate between our buff bodies…’

“Make a move, bitch… If you want to see how powerful I REALLY am!” Stacey dared. ‘Fuck it… I’ll fight her right here, right now…’ She thought while rolling her right arm, trying to revitalize it.

“Just waiting on you, cunt… Then you’ll learn how much power is in MY body!” Hannah replied. ‘Fuck her… If she wants to tangle… Let’s tangle…’ She thought, copying Stacey’s actions with her right arm.

The roommates stared at each other while clenching their teeth, looking to intimidate their opponent. Then they shot forward, butting heads with an audible thump, arms wrapping around each other’s lower back, both attempting to lift the other. What they failed to notice in their heady collision, though, was their nipples colliding tip to tip, forcing each other upwards when the girls went for a lifting motion. The new rivals let out a deep, throaty moan as their nipples smashed together lengthwise between their pancaked breasts. Eyes finding each other in panic, Hannah and Stacey released one another, clasped hands, and pushed each other away.

“FUCKING BITCH!!! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!” Stacey groaned. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… My nipples… they’re throbbing!!!’

“I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT’S WHAT YOU REALLY WANTED!!!” Hannah groaned at the same time. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… My nipples… they’re throbbing!!!’

“YOU’RE FUCKING ROCK HARD!!!” Stacey moaned. ‘Fuck… fuck… fuck… She’s as hard as I am!!!’

“SO ARE YOU!!!” Hannah moaned in response. ‘Fuck… fuck… fuck… She’s as hard as I am!!!’

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!” They both accused, looking at each other’s nipples as they throbbed and grew. ‘No… no… no… No more… not again!!!’ Hannah and Stacey thought.

“THAT ARM WRESTLING MATCH WAS THE MOST INTENSE THING I’VE EVER DONE!!! IT GOT MY BODY ALL FIRED UP!!!” Hannah said defensively. ‘That’s the only explanation… While she’s reeling, I may be able to lift her for a throw...’

“MINE TOO!!! THE INTENSITY OF THE MATCH DID THIS TO MY BODY!!! THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO IT!!!” Stacey defended herself as well. ‘That has to be it… Wait she’s vulnerable right now, I may be able to try that again…’

The roommates unlaced their hands and dove towards each other again, this time cheeks colliding as their voluptuous chests once again impacted. Unsurprisingly, their nipples once again collided, but each girl attempted to battle their way through the stimulation. They tugged upwards on each other’s shorts, bringing their abs and hips into contact. The roommates strained in effort, clenching their teeth and wrapping their arms around the smalls of each other’s backs. Their abs met, muscle to muscle, rippling in excitement. The corners of their lips teased each other, large canines touching.

‘Deal with it, Stacey!!! I can finish this right now!!!’ Stacey told herself.

‘Just finish this, Hannah!!! Just deal with it a bit longer!!!’ Hannah tried to convince herself.

Their nipples pulsed together, slowly at first, and then at an ever increasing tempo. The amazons let out a bellowing groan. This time their nipples were crisscrossed, unable to bend one another, but crushed between their bountiful chests.

‘Oh fuck… more… more… more!!!’ Stacey cried internally, rolling her cheek along Hannah’s to meet her face to face.

‘Oh fuck… more… more… more!!!’ Hannah cried internally, rolling her cheek along Stacey’s to meet her face to face.

First, they felt their canines touch, from root to tip, then they continued rolling their faces until they were nose to nose tips squashed together. Their lips were parted and smashed together as well. Their teeth pressed against one another, each finding their opposite. Both girls mentally comparing their mouths, seeking any superiority over the other.

“AAAAAAAHNNNN!!!!!” They let out a deep, breathy moan into each other, both girls having lost the ability to talk in the wake of constant pleasure. The throbbing of their nipples reached a fever pitch and both girls were losing any sense of control they thought they had.

‘Wh… what was I thinking?! I can’t even back down!!! She’s not letting gooooo!!!’ Hannah and Stacey screamed internally. ‘Am… am I going to… What’s happening?!...’ The girls began to feel pressure building up in their overly sensitive nubs.

‘This farm girl… She’s going to… milk me… like a cow!!!’ Stacey thought in panic.

‘Am I… really going to be… milked by a city gal?!’ Hannah thought in panic.

“AAAAAGHNNN!!!” The girls let out a deep cry of arousal into each other’s warring mouths.

‘No wait… I’m going to milk her too?!... Oh fuck… oh fuck!!! We’re going to milk each other!!!’ Stacey discovered, her nipples going stiff.

‘Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck!!! I’m milking her too?!... We’re milking each other!!!’ Hannah determined, her nipples going stiff.

“HNNNG…. NNNNNNG…. EEEEYEAAAARGH!!!!!” The girls screamed into each other as each felt a milky spray from her fully engaged nipples. Hannah and Stacey fell to their knees, gently sobbing against one another before releasing their mutually destructive hug and falling sideways in opposite directions. Each girl caressed her drenched nipples while letting out lingering moans.

‘That was supposed to FINISH her… but we ended up… at the same time…’ Stacey thought in exhaustion. ‘Why?!... Why is my body reacting this way?!... Why did we choose to press our mouths together?!... How are we so even?!... How am I supposed to beat her?’

‘That should have ENDED this… but together… we…’ Hannah thought tiredly. ‘Why?!... Why is my body reacting this way?!... Why did we choose to press our mouths together?!... How are we so even?!... How am I supposed to beat her?’

Propping themselves up on their elbows, the girls looked across at each other. Each took note of the other’s flushed cheeks and milk-drenched shirts. “I… hate you…” the girls murmured.

“I refuse to be equals with a hulked-out hillbilly!” Stacey shouted.

“Yeah, well I refuse to be equals with a buff-bodied blonde!” Hannah yelled back.

“We just need a contest we CAN’T tie at…” Stacey suggested.

“Something quick… All of my power versus all of yours…” Hannah continued.

“Follow me to the boxing ring, I have an idea.” Stacey rose to her feet and led Hannah to the ring, each girl slipping under the ropes on opposite ends of the ring.

“Don’t we need to put on some gloves?” Hannah questioned.

“No… We’re going to do what you said… All of my power versus all of yours… THAT will settle this once and for all!” Stacey walked to the center of the ring.

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Hannah met Stacey at the center of the ring.

“Simple… We play chicken…” Stacey said while putting her hands on her hips.

Hannah copied Stacey’s pose and replied “And what if neither of us backs down?...”

Stacey’s face scrunched up as she thought of win conditions for a body-to-body collision. “Then, whoever lands on top wins.”

“Works for me… You’re about to be hit with a 185-pound battering ram!” Hannah taunted.

“So are you…” Stacey promised. ‘She’s 185 too. Fuck, there goes my advantage. I’ll need to be moving faster than her… I could launch myself before we collide. That should be enough to take her down…’

“So what, we run back to our ends and use the ropes to give us some speed?” Hannah asked. ‘I need to be smart about this… We’re the same weight, that means I’ll need more force than her. I can do that by being faster. Also, I can launch myself right before we collide. That should let me end up as the one on top.’

“Correct… We’ll aim for right here.” Stacey pointed to a small dot at the center of the ring.

“Sounds good to me, just don’t cry when you lose the room.” Hannah stated.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that. I’ll ready some tissues for you though.” Stacey replied.

“Enough stalling! I’m going to flatten you!” Hannah yelled while moving for her set of ropes.

“I should’ve brought some syrup because you’re about to be a pancake!” Stacey shouted imitating Hannah’s actions.

The girls started quickened their pace towards the ropes until they were at an all-out sprint. Both roommates reached the ropes at the same moment and allowed the barriers to give them the extra momentum needed to ensure a devastating collision with their newfound nemesis.

‘No fear!’ They both thought as they seen 185-pounds of pure feminine fury barreling towards them. ‘I will NOT back down… Not from her!’

“RAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!” The muscular women shouted as they neared the center of the ring.

‘Now!’ They both thought, jumping as high as they could in their mutually destructive sprint towards each other. In unison the girls launched themselves into the air, equally high, each driving their right knees forward in an attempt to off-balance their opponent.

The first thing they felt was the solid impact of their breasts smashing together and the breath being expelled from their lungs. Sensitive nipples met tip-to-tip and drilled into each other. Then, their abs slapped together with a *CLAP* that resounded throughout the room. Right knees dug into left thighs as the girls began to spin midair. The roommates’ eyes locked onto each other and the girls traded worried expressions. Their momentum halted to zero midair in the middle of the ring. Their arms latched around each other’s heads and backs carried by their forward momentum. Time seemed to slow as both Stacey and Hannah noticed each other’s rapidly approaching faces, heads being carried forward by their momentum as well. Closing their eyes and bracing for impact, the girls’ foreheads met with a loud *THWACK*. For the first time in their lives, Hannah and Stacey lost consciousness as their bodies pirouetted at the center of the ring until the girls fell onto their sides on the circle Stacey pointed out earlier.

Their right arms were wrapped around each other’s heads in half nelsons, pressing their faces together while their left arms wrapped around the other’s lower back in a hug. Their legs were tangled as well, each girl’s left leg was trapped between the other’s muscular quads. The position would have appeared romantic to a passerby other than the growing bruise forming on each girls’ forehead.

“Unnn…. Guh…” Stacey groaned as she slowly regained consciousness. ‘Owww… My head… What happened? It feels like I headbutted a steel girder…’ As she opened her eyes, her vision was engulfed with the sight of blue eyes opening as well. ‘The fuck?... Who? Oh wait, that’s Hannah… Did I win?’ Stacey wondered.

At that same moment, Hannah began to regain consciousness as well. “Unnn…. Guh…” ‘Owww… My head… Where am I?... Feels like I headbutted a brick wall…’ Slowly opening her eyes, her vision was entirely filled with the sight of teal eyes opening alongside hers. ‘Huh?... Who’s that? Wait… That’s Stacey… Did I finally beat her?’ Hannah pondered.

The girls took note of their body positions. Feeling something sandwiched between their legs, they lightly squeezed their thighs together, feeling their quads bulge and compress against each other. The action caused their abs to ripple together in excitement. Their large, protruding clits and locked together nipples pulsed in uncontained arousal (that neither would admit). Then then reached around with their left hands, only to realize they were lying side-by-side on the mat.

“I wonder… if this is how bulls feel… when they butt heads…” Hannah moaned against Stacey’s mouth.

“Pretty sure bulls evolved to do that… Us… Not so much…” Stacey groaned against Hannah’s mouth.

“Neither of us landed on top…” Hannah pointed out, tightening her arms and legs around Stacey’s body.

“I can fix that…” Stacey threatened, tightening her arms and legs around Hannah as well.

“HRRRGK!!!” The girls let out grunts of pain as they crushed their bodies against each other.

“F… for the record.” Stacey growled into Hannah’s open mouth. “I’m not enjoying this…” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Hannah or herself. ‘Then why do I keep finding myself crushed against her?... Why do we keep pressing our mouths together?... Why are my nipples and clit so hard?...’

“N… neither am I…” Hannah growled back into Stacey’s mouth, fangs dueling with her adversary’s. “For the record…” Hannah wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince either. ‘Then why do I keep finding myself crushed against her?... Why do we keep pressing our mouths together?... Why are my nipples and clit so hard?...’

“How are we doing this? Are we squeezing or trying to be the one on top?” Stacey asked. ‘Ugh… why am I even doing this?... I have an advantage if we’re trying to pin each other… But do I really want to beat her like that?...’

“What’s the difference?” Hannah said. ‘Wait… I see where she’s getting at… Right now, she has an advantage because her right leg is on top… She’ll be able to roll me easier than I can roll her…’ Hannah discovered. “Oh! I thought we were going to try to pin each other… but yeah… you have an advantage right now, don’t ya?”

“Yeah… our arms are whatever… Our right arms are already toast and we’re just using our left arms to keep our cores together… but my leg over yours… I’d be able to turn you over easier than you could me…” Stacey stated matter-of-factly. ‘Stop Stacey! Why am I doing this? I could end this right now… No… no I need to do this… I need to beat her on an even playing field so there’s no doubt…’ Stacey reasoned. “S… so let’s uncoil our legs…”

“H… huh?!... You’re just going to give up your advantage?” Hannah said in shock. ‘Would I have done the same?... I probably would have actually… I want to beat her body with mine… not win on some technicality…’ Hannah decided. “I still hate you…” Hannah said while releasing her scissorhold on Stacey’s leg.

Stacey released her hold as well. “The feeling’s mutual… Here, touch quads with me” Stacey instructed.

Hannah did as she was told and soon found her muscle-packed quads grinding with Stacey’s. “I know why you did that… I’d have done the same…”

“I know you would have… Neither of us want to leave any doubt…” Stacey replied, feeling her muscular quads meet Hannah’s, only separated by two thin layers of cloth.

Both Hannah and Stacey flexed their quads against each other in anticipation. Then they pressed their hips together, making sure to keep their bulging, pulsing, erect clits away from the other’s body.

“You’re one strong bitch…” Hannah mumbled in a moment of begrudging respect for the burly blonde.

“So are you…” Stacey replied in kind to the ripped redhead.

“You’ve made me work harder than I ever had before… but this little conflict of ours ends now…” Hannah whispered between their mashed mouths.

“You’ve given me the hardest challenge of my life… but it’s time to finish you off…” Stacey whispered back, both girls shuddering at the feeling of the other’s voice in their mouths.

Then, as if they could read each other’s minds, Hannah and Stacey began to press their top legs against each other as they tried to roll the other onto her back. Each powerful leg met equal resistance, the two limbs struggling and shaking against each other.

“GAAAAAH!!!” Hannah and Stacey screamed in effort, gripping each other tighter. Their shoulders met as the warring women crushed each other’s breasts, trying to roll the other onto her back. Rock deltoids struggled against each other as the girls let out a throaty moan. Chiseled abs rippled together, sending pulses of pleasure to their nipples and clits, further fueling their internal, sexual struggle.

‘Fuck! Her leg is so strong! This constant pressure… so hard… to keep up!!!’ Hannah thought as the full length of her leg met Stacey’s. ‘I know how powerful my legs are… How long can she keep this up?!’

‘Fuck! Her leg is so powerful! The constant pressing… so difficult… to maintain!!!’ Stacey thought as the full length of her leg met Hannah’s. ‘I know how strong my legs are… How long can she keep matching me?!’

“Thanks… for giving up that advantage!!!” Hannah cried out tauntingly against Stacey.

“Like I’d need an advantage… to finish you off!!!” Stacey cried back against her.

The girls renewed their push with vigor, the pressure forcing their legs upward as they continued attempting to topple the other. They let out hisses of effort as they pressed their shins together to conquer each other’s lower legs. Meanwhile, their quads shook and strained in constant effort against one another. The roommates reached out with their hands for sources of leverage that did not exist, temporarily removing their heads from their mutual prison. Yet, Stacey nor Hannah pulled their faces away. Quite the contrary, they pushed their faces against each other, neck muscles straining. Bruised foreheads pressed painfully together and large, open mouths clashed.

‘Better get your fill now, you fucking dyke!! After today, this, whatever we’re doing to each other, is over!!!’ Hannah thought, unsure if she was referring to Stacey or herself.

‘This fucking lesbian better get this out of her system!!! After today, we’re not doing this again!!! Whatever this is…’ Stacey thought, also unsure if she was referring to herself or Hannah.

“I hate youuuuuu!!!!” Stacey and Hannah groaned together, opening their eyes to see the other’s only centimeters away.

Their nipples, continuing to pulse and stimulate each other, let out tiny spurts of liquid. The two girls shuddered and moaned, but refused to separate, both understanding the stakes of the match. Not only would the winner get the room, they’d also know that their body was the strongest. For two girls who built their confidence and identity around their strength, losing was not an option.

The pressure between their legs continued to build, the once nearly imperceptible shaking of their limbs becoming show and exaggerated as each leg began to weaken.

“No… no… no…” Hannah strained, hearing the words echoing from her rival.

“No… no… no…” Stacey strained, hearing the same words coming from her rival’s mouth.

Their legs began to lower as they sapped the last bits of strength from each other. Stacey and Hannah let out a frustrated growl.

Knowing that calling for surrender would never work by this point, they mustered all their willpower and shouted “Not yet!!!” Their weakened legs sprang back to life as both girls sent their full attention to their legs, understanding that the only path to victory was by tilting the other’s lower body.

Their legs shot up higher than before, pressing, grinding against each other. Muscles pulsed and rumbled as they were pushed beyond their limits. Stacey and Hannah screamed in effort, fighting through the pain, knowing that they wouldn’t be walking for a bit after this.

“GO DOOOOWN!!!” their voices boomed down each other’s throats. Their nipples and clits were throbbing and hard, so hard they felt as if they’d burst. Neither was sure how erect their clits were, but they could feel them straining against their sweat pants.

Then, suddenly, their legs gave out. Hannah and Stacey momentarily believing they were defeated, shouted “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” desperately, urgently. It took them a moment to register that their cries were not alone.

‘I… I lost?! No, no, no!!! Please, just a little longer, I can do this!’ Stacey thought in a frenzy. ‘Wait… wait… she’s screaming too?!’ Relieved, Stacey felt Hannah’s leg fall along with hers. ‘We must look ridiculous, screaming out together like we just lost…’

At the same moment, Hannah thought ‘I… I lost?! No, no, no!!! I just need to last a little longer to finisher her off!’ Then, she heard a familiar cry. ‘Wait… wait… she’s screaming too?!’ Relieved, Hannah felt Stacey’s leg fall along with hers. ‘Two girls screaming into each other’s mouths in defeat… We must look silly…’

The girls gasped and panted for air between their dueling mouths. Silently, they attempted to raise their legs for another assault to no avail. The pressure between their warring bodies dwindled as they reached near exhaustion after nearly two hours of muscular struggle throughout the day.

‘What now?... This was supposed to settle things… Not make things even MORE uncertain…’ Stacey wondered between tired huffs.

‘What now?... This was supposed to end things… Now I’m not even sure HOW we can end things…’ Hannah determined between exhausted pants.

“I refuse to accept a draw… I’m stronger than you… Stacey Hightower…” Hannah mumbled in exhaustion. ‘I only have one move left…’ Hannah pulled her buttocks backwards to make space for an attack.

“We aren’t equals… I’m going to defeat you… Hannah Greenville…” Stacey mumbled in exhaustion. ‘This is my last chance…’ Stacey moved her buttocks backwards so she could slam her hips against Hannah.

“I’LL NEVER ADMIT!!!” They yelled in unison, slamming their hips forward. “TO BEING YOUR!!!” Their hips neared one another, clits poised like pointed spears on a collision course with each other. “EQUAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!” Stacey and Hannah burst as their covered clits slammed together, sending electric jolts of pain and pleasure into their bodies. Helpless, they clung to each other as their bodies quivered and came in unison. Trying to hide their cries of arousal, they screamed in ‘effort’ against each other. In one particularly girly scream, their tongues flicked out of their mouths and touched tip to tip. In panic, the girls released each other and rolled onto their backs, understanding that the contest was over, there had been no winner.

As they laid on the canvas, they addressed their ailing bodies. Their right arms were strained and sensitive. The legs they used to topple one another were tight, too tight, possibly strained. Their foreheads pounded, how long were they even out? Their clits were pounding in pain and pleasure, the surrounding fabric soaked with womanly juices. Finally, they felt their nipples, feeling both dry and wet milk stains on their shirts.

‘Huh? We were out long enough for all of that to dry…? Wh… what time is it?’ Stacey wondered, looking at the clock.

Hannah seemed to be doing the same thing, based upon her confused expression. The time read 8:30 PM, at least three hours since they entered the gym. Accounting for at least the two hours of fighting, they’d been hugging on the canvas for at least forty minutes before waking up.

The roommates looked across at each other. Seeing each other at a distance for the first time in at least an hour, they were able to fully take in the state of the other. Their clothes were soaked in sweat and cum, they each had a good bump on their forehead, their hair was damp and clung to their faces, and their skin tone was hued red from the constant struggle. They looked worriedly at each other, each understanding the other’s silent plea of “Let’s not talk about why our clothes are stained.”

“Can… can you walk?...” Stacey asked between tired breaths.

“Probably about… as well as you…” Hannah sarcastically responded.

“Well… We’re about to miss dinner unless we can get up…” Stacey explained.

“Like we’re going to be… climbing any stairs today… “ Hannah responded.

“We don’t have to… We just need to get over there…” Stacey pointed to a dumbwaiter next to the kitchen area. “My family had this designed… So you order food from there… This gym is meant to be an escape and a place for us Hightowers to avoid large crowds…”

“So what… we crawl?” Hannah asked, undoing her hair bun and letting her long hair flow down to her upper back.

“Dinner ends in a few minutes… We need to walk… but that gives me an idea…” Stacey pointed to Hannah’s hair tie and undid her own, allowing a similarly long mane to flow down her back. “Slide to the edge of the ring with me.”

The two girls slid to the edge of the ring, leaving a trail of sweat and cum in their wake. When they sat up to go over the ledge, Stacey motioned for Hannah to hand her the hair tie. Stacey then used the two hair ties to bind the ankles and feet of their weakened legs together.

“You ever run a three-legged race before?” Stacey questioned. “I know you country people do it at fairs all the time…”

“You watch too much television…” Hannah explained. “No, I’m more of a loner… have you done this before?”

Stacey huffed out a laugh. “Like I’d be allowed to do such a thing… I don’t exactly have the luxury of doing such silly things as the heiress of the Hightower Construction Conglomerate…”

Hannah looked at Stacey in a moment of pity, no… understanding perhaps. “Oh… I’m sorry… Well consider this a first for us both then!” Hannah said with a smirk, the animosity of their battle momentarily gone.

“Y… yeah…” Stacey said, looking at Hannah curiously. She then flashed a smile of her own, the former ‘hatred’ she felt for Hannah temporarily gone.

The girls then hobbled over to the dumbwaiter, using their bound legs as more of a crutch than anything, moaning in pain each time they put weight on them.

“We don’t have much time, what do you want?” Stacey asked, reaching for a menu.

“I feel like I can eat a horse after all of that…” Hannah began.

“Pizza… No, not enough time… Ugh it’s all Italian food…. Um… Oh here pastas… How about we just order some spaghetti...?” Stacey suggested tiredly.

“Sure, now put it in before we miss it…” Hannah said in exhaustion.

Stacey put the piece of paper and sent it up, waiting until she saw a green ‘order confirmed’ light pop up. The two girls hopped onto the counter and sat, waiting for their food to come down. Silently, each flexed the muscles in their bound legs, enjoying the feeling of the others muscles as they expanded and compressed along with their own.

Eventually, the dumbwaiter returned and the girls opened the hatch to see only one, albeit large, plate of spaghetti with a note stating ‘Sorry, this is the last of it’. Quickly they searched the cabinets for extra plates, but only succeeded in finding a set of plastic utensils. At least they had two forks.

“So… half and half?” Hannah suggested.

“Obviously… but from the same plate?” Stacey questioned.

“I mean… we were just…” Hannah started, referring to them being mouth to mouth just moments ago.

“Yeah… this is fine…” Stacey concluded and the two girls found seats at the counter, legs still bound together.

As the two began to eat, Hannah was the first one to playfully steal some noodles from Stacey’s side. “I’m going to need fuel for the rematch!” She declared boldly, flashing her a toothy smile that showed off her large canines.

“Yeah?... And when is that going to be, exactly?” Stacey asked while stealing some noodles from Hannah’s side, returning her toothy smile with one of her own.

It wasn’t long before the girls were down to their last bites, each getting one last forkful of much needed calories. Then, they both saw it, one noodle connected by both of their forks.

‘What is this? Is this a movie? Didn’t two lovers… wait, no, no, no! Stop thinking like that…’ Stacey thought.

‘Huh? Didn’t something like this happen in a movie? Two lovers…. Wait no, no, no! Bad thoughts…’ Hannah thought.

The two girls’ eyes made contact, squinting into slight glares as they put their forkfuls into their mouths. They kept their eyes open to gauge what the other would do as they swallowed the majority of their noodles. Each girl then pursed their lips and began to suck, trying to take the final bit of calories for herself.

‘I won’t let her win! Even at this!’ Hannah thought, struggling to out-suck her opponent.

‘I can’t let her win! Even at something as menial as this!’ Stacey decided, unable to out-suck her roommate.

‘Running out of air… If I stop to breathe, she’ll win…’ Hannah needed a strategy and fast. ‘In the moment I run out of breath, my only choice will be to surge forward and take it before she can…’

‘Almost out of air… If I stop to take a breath, I’ll lose…’ Stacey began to think of a new tactic. ‘If I run out of breath before her, I may be able to still win if I shoot forward and take it…’

‘Now!!!’ They thought in unison, opening their mouths and shooting forward. Just before they were about to clamp their teeth and claim victory, they were met with a painful *clack* as their perfect teeth collided. Instead of recoiling in pain, however, both girls only had one thought on their minds, victory. Believing they outsmarted their new rival, they attempted to pull the noodle into their mouths with their tongues. Eyes widened in shock when they felt the surfaces of their tongues meet and wrap as each tried to wrest the noodle from the other. Then, as if set ablaze, the roommates sprang apart, falling off of their stools and onto their butts, legs still bound together.

Bodies finally registering the pain from their collision, the two girls reached for their mouths to assess for damage, but thankfully finding none. Then, growling between clenched teeth, the girls sent each other angry glares. Stacey was the first to speak.

“Why?! Why do you keep doing that?!” Stacey accused, cheeks red with anger and an unknown feeling.

“Why do I?! Why do you?! I’ve never… before I met you, nothing like this ever happened to me!” Hannah responded, a furious blush also gracing her cheeks.

“You saw my mouth coming and used it as an… an opportunity to rub mouths with me again!” Stacey huffed.

“Ohhh yeaaah… I just couldn’t wait to smash our big mouths together like that…” Hannah said sarcastically. “More like you’re projecting… YOU were the one who did that!”

“Oh, believe me, I had enough of clashing fangs with you for a lifetime!” Stacey yelled.

“Oh yeah?! Well, I never want to mash maws with you again either!” Hannah screamed.

“Could have fooled me! Considering it happened three times in just a few hours…” Stacey pushed the issue.

“It was four times!” Hannah clarified. “First during arm wrestling, then during our scuffle afterwards, then when we were trying to pin each other, and finally just now…”

“And twice… our tongues…” Stacey growled, feeling her nipples stiffen once again.

“Once on the mats… and once now…” Hannah growled back, nipples hardening.

“You must’ve loved that… fucking dyke…” Stacey clenched her teeth and began to close the distance between hers and Hannah’s faces, stopping once her nose met Hannah’s. ‘Damnit… This girl fires me up… We were almost cordial after that accidental, mutual orgasm… Once our mouths touched, though, my body started to get fired up again and all this aggression came back…’

“Must’ve been great… for a lesbian like you…” Hannah matched Stacey’s expression and met her halfway, noses touching tip to tip. ‘Fuck… She gets me fired up… We were just acting like friends a moment ago after we came against each other… But then we had to shove our big mouths together and get all hot and bothered… Now all the anger is back…’

“Neither of us can deny that something happens to us when we go at it…” Stacey admitted quietly, motioning her hands to their breasts and vaginas. ‘There’s no avoiding this discussion…’

“We keep getting too fired up…” Hannah confessed. ‘At least we aren’t pretending it never happened…’

“Tell me… has this happened to you before? Fighting with other people?” Stacey asked curiously. ‘She must have experience doing this… maybe this is normal…’

“No… has it happened to you? While having a power struggle?” Hannah questioned. ‘She must have done this before… she could pay anybody to do this with her… I bet she’s done this hundreds of times…’

“I… I’ve never…” Stacey began with a huff. “Look… I’m not good with touching… I don’t have much experience touching others… or having others touch me… I don’t think my body is used to it…” Stacey admitted in embarrassment. ‘I don’t have much? Try NONE…’

“O… oh…” Hannah replied, releasing a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “I… I get what you’re saying… I don’t really much experience either… Maybe that’s why we’re so sensitive?...” Hannah also admitted in embarrassment. ‘Why did I say MUCH?... I have none…’

“M… maybe it’s not so much that we’re turned on… but our bodies don’t know how to react!” Stacey suggested hopefully.

“Th… that has to be it! We just aren’t used to all the stimulation!” Hannah gleefully replied.

“So what?... We just don’t touch each other anymore?” Stacey asked with almost imperceptible disappointment in her voice. ‘Why does that prospect sadden me?’

“N… no… I don’t think that’d be possible at this point…” Hannah flexed her calf against Stacey’s feeling an answering pulse. “Now that we’ve gotten a taste of each other’s power…”

“Y… you’re right… I’ve never met anybody who can keep up with me…” Stacey flexed her quad, feeling Hannah’s quickly match hers.

“N… neither have I… You feel it too, yeah?” Hannah reached her hands out and was unsurprised when they met Stacey’s.

“Yeah… I feel it too… The allure… The draw…” Stacey laced her hands with Hannah’s.

“We need to know if today was a fluke…” Hannah responded as they began to unlace their hands.

“We both want to see who’s stronger…” Stacey continued as she brought her tired arms back towards her body.

“There were moments today… Where I was sure you were going to outmuscle me…” Hannah admitted. ‘To my relief we outmuscled each other at the same time…’

“I know which moments you’re talking about… Because I was thinking the same thing…” Stacey confessed. ‘To my relief we outmuscled each other at the same time…’

“We were both so close to winning… Oddly enough, at the same exact moments…” Stacey continued. “I’ve always wanted to test my body, see how far it can go.”

“I’d imagine what we have is rare… Our power and proportions… We’re a perfect match…” Hannah went on. “We both experienced our body’s limits today… I want to push those limits.”

“And we’d be foolish to waste such a good opportunity to test ourselves. Like you said, strong women are rare, the fact that we’re so equal is even rarer…” Stacey motioned for Hannah to stand up. ‘Maybe the purpose… the reason I worked so hard on my body… was so that one day, I could match her… defeat her…’

“I agree… Our willpower, or stubbornness if you will, is also very similar… Neither of us have any quit in us… A weaker-minded person would have given up in minutes…” Hannah stood along with Stacey as they moved towards the showers. ‘I worked on my body so hard for seemingly no reason… now I’ve got one… I finally have a reason for my strength… to match her… defeat her…’

“Let’s wash off, there are separate shower stalls. I think I have something in your size in the bathroom.” Stacey joked.

As they entered the showers, Stacey revealed a closet filled with gym clothes and even casual attire. “Are we staying down here tonight? I’m not sure we’d be able to make it up the stairs.” Hannah asked.

“Yeah… better pick out some night clothes.” Stacey said while shuffling through the closet. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have much night attire stocked in here…” Stacey reached for a pair of sleeveless crop tops and skintight gym shorts. “Sorry, I think this is the best I’ve got for way of comfort.” ‘And I’ll get a nice look at those pillars of power my legs will be facing…’ she thought, taking a peek at Hannah’s cloth covered legs.

“That’s fine… It’s not like either of us were planning on this happening.” Hannah said as they sat down on a bench to untie their legs. ‘Plus, I’ll finally get a look at what those powerful things look like.’ she thought while looking at Stacey’s cloth covered legs.

“Here, you can have the green set and I’ll take the pink.” Stacey handed her roommate the green outfit.

“Y’know, just because my last names Greenville doesn’t mean I have to wear green.” Hannah teased as she grabbed the green set of the two matching outfits.

“I just thought it’d look nice on you. Besides, I want the pink outfit.” Stacey muttered bashfully.

“Figures, a blonde wanting to look pretty in pink.” Hannah winked at Stacey, flashing a teasing smile. ‘She thinks green would look nice on me, huh?’

‘Does she really think I’d look pretty in pink?’ Stacey wondered. “Everything you need should be in the shower stall. Sorry for not stocking any underwear down here… I’ll have to bring some down tomorrow incase this happens again…”

“Nah it’s fine. Besides, I think our lady parts could do with some freedom to air out and recover…” Hannah pointed out.

The two girls stared at one another, eyes drifting to their hardened nipples clearly visible through their tops. Once they found their eyes drifting lower, however, the girls cleared their throats and reestablished eye contact.

“Okay, well… have a good shower…” Stacey said awkwardly as she entered her stall.

“You too…” Hannah replied, doing the same.

Relief was an understatement as the girls shimmied their way out of their cum-crusted clothes. They entered their respective showers and began to rub off both the dry, and gooey substances from their breasts.

‘I can’t believe this happened just by touching nipples… We need to find a way for this not to happen.’ Stacey thought. ‘Maybe… but no… but maybe… if our problem is that we’re not used to being touched, maybe we do it MORE for a day or two… get used to rubbing nipples…’

‘I can’t believe we milked each other… And here I thought I was the farm girl.’ Hannah told herself. ‘How are we going to ever settle this if we can’t even touch chests? Our arms and legs are too equal… Wait… No… but maybe?... If our problem is that we aren’t used to being touched, then maybe we should touch MORE for a bit… just to get used to it…’

As they each let their hands massage and drift over their bodies, they finally realized how sore they were. Particularly their right arms and the legs they used to try and pin each other.

‘Better wash myself well… Wet dreams’ve got nothing on this.’ Hanan thought as her hand drifted to her pussy. ‘Maybe I should wash inside, just to be sure…’ She inserted her fingers inside and began to massage herself. ‘Nnnnn… I’m still so fired up… I better…’ In no time, Hannah was having her second orgasm of the day. “Aaaaaghn…” Hannah lightly moaned, playing it off as a cry of relaxation, hearing Stacey moaning in relaxation in the stall next to hers.

‘I’ve had wet dreams before, but they’ve never been this messy…’ Stacey thought as she washed herself. Subconsciously the began to finger herself. ‘Fuck… I’m still so turned on… I guess I better relieve myself before seeing her again…’ It didn’t take long for Stacey to push herself to her second orgasm of the day. “Aaaaaghn…” Stacey lightly moaned, playing it off as a cry of relaxation, hearing Hannah moaning in relaxation in the stall next to hers.

The girls limped out of the shower stalls and got changed into their outfits that left very little to the imagination. They took in each other’s massive quads, thick calves, chiseled arms, huge traps, ripped abs, and buff buttocks. They immediately felt themselves turn flush. ‘W… wow… I was able to tie with THAT?... She’s got the body of a Greek Goddess…’ they thought together.

As the girls stared at each other’s bodies, Stacey was the first to break the silence. “Want to hobble over to the sofa? I think that’s the only place we’ll be able to get some decent shut-eye.” Stacey said as she offered up her arm, figuring if they hurt each other’s legs, they may as well help each other over to the sofa.

Hannah approached Stacey and the two draped their arms over the other’s shoulders, pressing their sides flush. Breasts pressed side to side through thin fabric, dense quads met skin to skin, powerful asses rubbed against each other, and huge calves bumped as the two muscular girls braced against each other. They immediately began taking in how their bodies compared to each other and were impressed by their similarities. “I have a feeling we’re going to be staying down here a bit if we keep doing this.” Hannah said as they slowly made their way over to the loveseat.

Stacey let out an amused huff, “You’re probably right… No… You’re definitely right… I could put in a work order to get some cots down here.” ‘But then my family would know I’m staying down in the gym and that would just lead to questions…’

“Or we could just pick up an air mattress, that way nobody knows what we’re doing down here.” Hannah suggested with a slight bit of embarrassment. ‘It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, it’s just…’

“I like that idea better. I’m not too keen on letting my family know I’m sleeping in the gym. That would just lead to questions and well… Do YOU want to explain what we’re doing?” Stacey admitted. ‘I wouldn’t even be able to explain what we’re doing.’

“I’m not sure anybody would understand what we’re doing…” Hannah admitted in kind. ‘I’m not even sure what we’re doing.’ “Hey, I have an idea.” Hannah said, motioning towards a chalkboard placed near the television. “Let’s make a scoreboard.”

The two girls trudged their way to the chalkboard and each wrote their names and then a vertical line between them. “Wait, this doesn’t look right…” Stacey said and erased the middle line and instead wrote a third column titled ‘Draw.’ “How many was it today? Three?”

“Well, there was arm wrestling, then our unsuccessful sumo… are we counting our midair collision?” Hannah questioned.

“Naturally, there was also our impromptu leg war when we tried to pin each other. So… four.” Stacey determined while adding four tallies to the draw column.

“So, what is this for? Whoever has the most tallies by the end of the semester wins?” Hannah asked.

“We’re stuck together until then anyhow… Might as well use each other for training.” Stacey shrugged. “Now let’s get over to the sofa, my leg’s killing me.”

“So’s mine…” As they reached the loveseat, however, they noticed one small problem. “Uhhh… Stacey, this thing’s a little small, don’t ya think?”

“It definitely wasn’t made for two broad shouldered girls like us…” Stacey concluded. Making eye contact the two girls came to the same realization as their free arms shot up to link with their hands draped on each other’s shoulders, trapping each other in a headlock as the girls jockeyed for position. Neither girl was going to give up an opportunity to compete with each other and immediately began fighting for ownership of the couch.

Pressed side by side, they attempted to shove the other out of the way so they could claim a spot on the sofa. Each girl was easily wide enough to take up slightly more than one cushion, meaning only one of them would fit comfortably.

“How… are you still… so strong?” Hannah huffed out in effort. Their bodies shaking against one another. Hard ass cheeks, quads, and calves quivered, being pressed together by the force being generated from their outer legs. ‘All I need to do is fall on the couch…’

“How… do you still… have so much energy?” Stacey panted. Their nipples and clits becoming erect at the feeling of their muscles rubbing together. ‘I just need to fall onto the couch…’

Suddenly, their right legs gave out as both girls dove for the sofa, twisting together until they were once again facing each other. Erect nipples caught together and the warring women let out a brief cry. Tightening their headlocks, they slowly began to draw their faces together.

Their eyes widened as they muscled each other’s faces closer, necks resisting the hold. Legs, flailing wildly, found and wrapped around each other. Each woman snarled at the other in defiance despite those snarls growing closer with each passing second.

“AAAAGHHNNNN!!!” they both cried out as they fought against their mutual headlocks. ‘Our mouths… are being drawn… together… again!!!’ They thought in panic as they felt their nipples pulse at the realization. They quickly aligned their noses in an attempt to stave each other off.

As they noses squashed together, the girls let out a bellowing cry, temporarily halting their mutual crush. Noses smooshed and teeth centimeters away, the girls’ breathing quickened, breath flowing to and from each other’s mouths. Nipples hardened, growing longer and pressing tighter.

“NNNNNGH!!!” They moaned as their nipples stimulated each other. “We said… we wouldn’t let this happen again…” both Hannah and Stacey whimpered in unison, teeth gently clacking as they spoke.

‘My mouth… it’s drawn to hers… it wants to close the distance…’ Stacey’s thoughts betraying her words. ‘Her huge canines and mine… locked in combat… our strong tongues pushing, pulling, wrapping like snakes…’ Stacey felt her nipples begin to pulsate faster, signaling another eruption was on the horizon. “Ahhhh!!!” Stacey let out a girly cry as she heard Hannah let out one of her own.

‘My mouth… it’s drawn to hers… being pulled towards hers like a magnet…’ Hannah’s thoughts betraying her words as well. ‘Her huge canines and mine… clashing in primal combat… our powerful tongues pushing, pulling, wrapping like snakes…’ Hannah felt her nipples began to pulsate quicker, telling her that she was close to being milked again. “Ahhhh!!!” Hannah let out a girly cry as she heard Stacey bellow out one of her own.

‘We can’t let ourselves cum!!!’ they both realized. The tops they were in would be ruined and they’d have to shower and change all over if they successfully milked each other again. Their eyes met, and as if reading each other’s minds, they released their holds and rolled apart. Like two puzzle pieces, the way they rolled allowed their bodies to perfectly fit on the loveseat, hips and quads crushed together in the tight space. Stacey and Hannah threw their heads back, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily, attempting to calm down their stimulated bodies. Their muscled shoulders and arms, already touching, crushed together with every deep inhale.

Once they were certain another eruption wasn’t coming, the girls allowed their eyes to travel to their bodies. The tight tops revealed their long, erect nipples to each other, both relieved that their tops were bereft of any wet marks. Their eyes then traveled down to their crotches. ‘Are those our clits?!’ they both thought, both nubs clearly visible through the tight shorts as they escaped their hoods and poked against the fabric. “That was close…” they both gasped as the realization of their situation set in.

“H… hey, at least we fit?” Hannah stated in an attempt to distract herself from Stacey’s erect and pulsating lady parts.

“It’s a little cozy, but yeah…” Stacey responded. “Fuck, hopefully we have the remote…” She opened the arm of the chair and was relieved to find the tv remote, anything to distract her from Hannah’s pulsating and erect nipples and clit. “How’s your head?” Stacey asked while mindlessly flipping through the channels.

“Like I headbutted a brick wall…” Hannah groaned, touching the spot where their heads had collided earlier that day. “Thinking about it, we probably shouldn’t go to bed right away after smacking heads like that.”

“I had the same thought, which is why I’m trying to find something to keep us awake. What time is it anyways?” Stacey wondered aloud. ‘It must be late, I can’t remember the last time I was this tired.’

“How is it only 7:30? It feels so much later…” Hannah questioned, looking at the clock hanging near the exit. ‘I’m so tired, I can’t remember ever being this worn out.’

“We probably should have grabbed some ice before coming over here…” Stacey said, noting her increasingly sore body.

“Do YOU want to get up and go get it?” Hannah asked sarcastically.

“And have to fight you again for a cushion? I think we’ve both earned a break. Besides…” Stacey jerked forward, unable to get out of her seat. Hannah’s large body and her own were hip to hip, side to side, and trapping each other against the ends of loveseat. “I think we’re wedged in here for the night.”

“I gotta say, being trapped with another muscular gal in a tiny loveseat was not how I thought my first day at college was going to go.” Hannah stated, finally noticing how their broad shoulders awkwardly pressed together, forcing their torsos to tilt slightly away from each other. ‘Why can we be cordial like this sometimes, but then once things start to heat up, we just lose it?’

“Ditto, this has been an… interesting day to say the least.” Stacey concluded. ‘Why can we speak normally now, but the instant we get our muscles involved we completely lose our cool?’ Stacey leaned down to remove the hair ties binding their legs together. The two girls then put their hair into pony tails.

“Do you… regret what we did today?” Hannah asked nervously while fiddling with her hair tie. They had gone through a lot throughout the day. She had to know if it was a mistake, the arousal, the fighting, the struggle, the pain. ‘If she does, then this is over… Do I regret this? I don’t think I do, actually. Today has been exhilarating. I’ve never been able to go all out against anybody, anything, but with her… With her I can let loose, bring my full power to bare.’

“No… No, I don’t think I do… Do you regret it?” Stacey asked back, equally nervous, thumbing the fabric of her hair tie. After hours of fighting, erotic struggles, cumming on each other, hurting each other, arguing, challenging each other, she had to know if Hannah regretted her actions. ‘If she’s not feeling this, then it’s over… But… but I think I liked it… I mean, we need to get the arousal under control, but I was able to challenge myself in ways I never could before. I’ve never been able to go full force against anybody, anything, but with her… With her I can be my full self. I can bring my full power to bare and just let loose.’

“No… We have some stuff to work on, but… tell me… have you ever felt so strong before? I mean sure I lift heavy, but I’ve never really been able to use my strength to the fullest.” Hannah asked her muscular couch mate. ‘I mean… Why wouldn’t I feel powerful after forcing a draw in a muscle struggle with Stacey… She’s huge…’

“No, I haven’t.” Stacey confirmed. “I’ve built this body for years, but I’ve never experienced anything like I did today… I felt powerful… I can’t say I’ve ever been able to unleash my full strength before today.” Stacey eventually settled the television on a reality singing competition show. ‘Look at her… How could I not feel powerful after tying in a strength contest with Hannah… She’s huge…’

“I can only imagine how strong I’ll feel after I beat you.” Hannah then lightly flexed her calf and quad against Stacey’s. She then turned her head and shot the blonde a confident smile.

“I’ll let you know how it feels after I beat you.” Stacey sent a smile of her own back at the redhead while also flexing her calf and quad.

The girls watched their touching quads grow as they surged with power, both appearing to be the same size. They watched each other carefully as each girl brought her hand down to her quad to see who’s quad peaked higher. They took turns laying their hands flat on the touching, bulging muscles, finding both to be equally high, equally firm, and equally large. Similarly, they rolled their calves together, attempting to find a difference, but found them to also be of equal proportions.

“You’ve got some big muscles…” Stacey stated the obvious, moving her face towards Hannah’s once more. ‘There’s that damn smile again… mocking me… It’s infuriating… but then why is my mouth drawn to hers? Why do I feel the need to challenge her mouth with my own?’

“So do you…” Hannah responded while also moving her face towards Stacey’s, similarly captivated by her opponent’s cocky smile. ‘She keeps doing that… taunting me while flashing her pearly whites… It’s infuriating… but then why is my mouth drawn to hers? Why do I feel the need to challenge her mouth with my own?’

They then wrapped their arms around each other’s shoulders, allowing their faces to drift closer, only stopping once they were chin to chin. The tips of their noses pressed together as both girls refused to back down from one another.

“Get that big mouth of yours away from mine.” Stacey growled.

“How ‘bout you back away first.” Hannah growled back.

“I’m not intimidated by you, Greenville…” Stacey whispered against Hannah’s mouth. ‘I’ll never let her beat me… If I back away, it would be admitting she’s better than I am…’

“I’m not afraid of you either, Hightower… I’ll never back down from you.” Hannah breathed against Stacey’s lips. ‘I’ll never let her win… Backing away would be telling her she’s better than me…’

“That’s something we have in common…” Stacey blew into Hannah’s awaiting mouth.

The girls’ breaths quickened as they fought the urge to close the distance between their gritted teeth. Both let out slight growls, unsure of how to proceed.

“This… This is the last time…” they breathily whispered before allowing their front teeth to connect. Slowly, they rolled their faces against each other until they were cheek to cheek, canines pressed tight from root to tip.

“Let’s see who’s is bigger, you fucking lioness!” Hannah taunted as their canines rubbed together.

“Mine against yours, you fucking tigress!” Stacey hollered back, aligning their large eye teeth once more.

More carefully than before, they both took their tongues and touched them to the tips of their own canine, rapidly recoiling as they felt the other’s wet tongue touch their own. Knowing that neither would cede the opportunity to measure first, they approached again, this time more slowly, bracing for the inevitable. Gently they collided, increasing in pressure, not allowing either muscle to penetrate the other’s mouth. Then, their tongues slipped apart, both entering each other’s mouth, their taste buds running across each other. They wrapped their tongues around the teeth both girls were so proud of, encircling the dueling fangs. Then they measured, first they felt their gums pressed together, the sides that proved they were equal width, and the touching tips that signaled they were of equal length. The girls then slowly pulled away from each other, panting. They kept their arms around each other’s shoulders, finding the position more comfortable than being awkwardly pressed shoulder to shoulder despite their breasts now being pressed side to side.

“Satisfied now?!” they both yelled while looking away from one another.

“No…” Stacey stated in frustration.

“Neither am I…” Hannah said, feeling the same way.

“How are they the same size?!” Hannah and Stacey shouted as they glared at each other. More concerned about not having the biggest canines than the fact that they were just rubbing tongues again.

“There’s no point in measuring the others…” Stacey said disappointingly as she already knew what the outcome would be. ‘She’s so fucking BIG… Every time we compare our bodies in a new way, we end up equals… How is this even possible?!’

“You’re right… I think we knew even before they touched…” Hannah stated in similar disappointment. ‘She’s so fucking BIG… Every time we try to compare something new, we’re the same size, same strength… How is this even possible?!’

“I guess we have no reason to rub our mouths together anymore…” Stacey murmured hesitantly as she searched Hannah’s eyes with her own. ‘I mean, now that we know we’re the same size… We don’t really have a reason or at least a reason I’m willing to explore…’

“I guess not… So, then we agree on not using our faces for leverage anymore?” Hannah confirmed with hesitation. ‘I shouldn’t be disappointed, I’m not like that… We have no reason to mash mouths now that we know we’re the same size…’

“Yeah, as long as neither of us uses the other’s face for leverage it should remain a fair fight.” Stacey concluded.

“That’s all I want too… a fair fight. Your muscles against mine…” Hannah responded. “We should probably figure this out too.” Hannah pointed to their hard, erect nipples and clits.

“We need to be more careful about positioning. Clearly a hard workout causes us to get worked up.” Stacey started. ‘This never happens when I workout alone. And I’ve definitely worked out hard before…’ she thought. “We need to only challenge each other in ways where our chests and hips stay out of each other’s way.”

“That’s… hmmmm… that limits us, but there are definitely strength contests we can do that don’t involve those parts. Too bad our bodies are reacting like this, cus I’d annihilate you if we’d tried to go chest to chest, lock hands, and push against each other. Like a standing bench press…” Hannah stated cockily, unaware she was describing a fingerlock mercy match.

“In your dreams! I’d out press you easily. We can each put our backs on a wall, lock hands, push, and see who’s stronger. We may not be able to go full power like if we were touching chests, but it’ll be enough to break this stalemate.” Stacey boasted, laying the groundwork for their next contest.

“And where are there two walls close enough to do that?” Hannah asked, not remembering seeing any walls close enough in the large, open gym.

“Our dorm room has a small walk-in closet. One of the perks of my family having built have the buildings at this school… It’ll be tight, but we’ll make it work.” Stacey informed Hannah.

“Anything that lets us settle things… This time we’re gonna keep going until one of us outmuscles the other.” Hannah boldly claimed. ‘But what if we CAN’T? What if we really are THAT equally matched?’ She then felt the need to add “But if that doesn’t work, we can turn around and use our biggest muscles to settle things.” referring to their large, muscular asses.

“It’ll work, I mean how would we even tie in such a contest? Scream out in surrender at the same time?” Stacey explained. ‘But what if we DID? Are we truly THAT equal?’ “Besides, my glutes are way stronger than yours. You’re just asking to be crushed going ass to ass.” Stacey bragged. To showcase, she flexed her glutes, unsurprised to find that Hannah was doing the same.

They then continued showing each other their large, powerful leg muscles. They started by flexing their hamstrings, quads, and calves. At first, they flexed and held their muscles in their enlarged states. The roommates pressed their bulging muscles together, legs slightly trembling as they struggled to maintain their respective flexes. Then, as of one mind, the girls began to rapidly flex their muscles together so they expanded and retracted in unison. They felt their nipples harden and clits pulse at the feeling of their muscles pounding together. Their large calves pressed tight, invading each other’s space as they expanded, fighting over the limited space between their lower legs. The defined muscles quivered as neither could overcome the other. Their quads and hamstrings grew and shrunk with every rhythmic flex, perfectly matching each other. They felt themselves become flush with excitement as the feeling of the other girl’s body on their own overwhelmed their senses. Their free hands wandered mindlessly towards their flexing legs until they met palm to palm over strained quads. They stared in awe as they discovered their hands, down to their fingertips, were exactly the same size. The blonde and redhead toyed with each other’s hands, trying to bend each other’s fingers with their own, but meeting equal resistance.

“Just because our muscles are the same size doesn’t mean they’re the same strength!” Hannah half-growled and half-moaned. The quickening pace of their flexing legs exciting her in ways she never would have imagined before that day. ‘But if we were… Ugh, why would I want to be her equal? She has my mind on a loop…’

“Agreed. We’ll just have to prove it!” Stacey half-moaned and half-growled. Her loins and nipples pulsing in time with their rapidly flexing muscles. “That we’re not equals that is…” She clarified. ‘Why would we want to prove that we are equals? Ugh, this girl has my mind going in circles…’

The muscular women allowed their fingers to lace together, both afraid that they would let their hands wander if they were unoccupied as the pulsing of their legs reached a fever pitch. They tightened their grips on each other’s shoulders as their muscular legs continued to rub together, leaving no doubt in either girl’s mind that whatever was happening to her body was happening to the other girl’s as well. Tank tops strained as thick, rock hard nipples pushed out, attempting to stab through the thin fabric. Inch long clits became more visible through their tight gym shorts, visibly shaking as their excitement grew.

‘Oh fuck… oh fuck!!! What is she doing to me?!’ they both thought hysterically. ‘Her muscles… so big… touching mine… growing with mine… pressing… rubbing… pounding…!’ They threw their heads back and let out a howl. “Ahhhhhnnnn!!!” Hearing each other cry out, they turned their heads towards one another and looked at their rival’s distressed facial expression. “What are you dooooiiiiinnnng?!” they half-asked, half-cried out together. ‘Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!! I’m doing it too… I’m doing it just as much as she is!!!’ they realized. “I… I don’t knooooow!!!” they screamed, pushing their heads further back into the cushion, still not stopping their mutual muscle massage. Only once they started to whimper in what could only be pre-orgasmic cries did the girls scream “STOOOOP!!!” and cease pounding their muscles together. Hannah and Stacey laid panting while staring deep into the other’s eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened. ‘Another draw… wait… is that what we were doing? Competing with each other?’ the two aroused girls discovered.

“I’ll never let you win…” they groaned huskily at each other. Both girls’ eyes widened at the other’s claims because for the first time, they believed each other. They watched each other’s mouths slowly open a close as if preparing to say something else, wondering if their newfound rival was going to say the same. Slowly, they began to speak together, eyes widening as they both uttered, “You’ve met your match.”

‘Hannah… I’m going to take you down… Even if it destroys us both…’ Stacey promised herself. ‘I finally found a purpose for my strength…’

‘Stacey… I’m going to take you down… Even if it destroys us both…’ Hannah promised herself. ‘I finally found a purpose for my strength…’

“Do you really think you’re strong enough to beat me?” Stacey huffed.

“Do you really think you’re strong enough to beat me?” Hannah repeated the question back at the blonde.

They studied each other carefully trying to see if their opponent was trying to play mind games, but they both realized the question was earnest and decided to respond honestly. “No…” they replied in unison, both letting out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. ‘Somehow, I’m relieved that she’s as unconfident as I am.’ they rejoiced.

“We’re so equal. Whenever we matched strength, it felt like pushing against a wall. There wasn’t even a give and take. Our muscles were deadlocked the entire time.” Stacey stated.

“We’re too equal. And our competitive spirits make it so we want to go head to head. That means we’ll always be muscle on muscle, no tricks, no games.” Hannah continued.

“I’m going to keep coming at you though. I’ll keep coming until my will prevails over yours.” Stacey confidently claimed.

“Likewise, I’m not going to stop challenging you until my will outlasts yours.” Hannah replied, equally confident. “Tell me, are you afraid?” She asked the burly blonde, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. ‘I know I am…’

‘Considering this is apparently honesty hour, I may as well tell the truth.’ Stacey looked Hannah in the eyes before saying “Yeah, a little bit. My strength has always defined me. It earned me respect beyond my family name. I take great pride in it, but now… it’s like you’re challenging my very identity…”

‘W… wow… She’s VERY emotionally intelligent… at least in regards to her understanding of herself in relation to her strength. She must internalize her thoughts a lot… just like me… Was she as lonely as I was? Maybe we’re more alike than I thought.’ Hannah looked into Stacey’s eyes with sincerity, “I get it, I’m a bit afraid too. Like you, I always defined myself by my strength. I had nothing to do in the middle of nowhere and found peace in training my body. It gave me purpose in the midst of the nothingness around my home. Building up my muscles gave purpose to the otherwise meaningless loneliness. Now you’re challenging if any of that was worth it. If a girl with a much different upbringing could bring herself to the same heights, then why was I alone all those years?”

‘W… wow… She really understands herself, at least in relation to her body. She doesn’t realize though that I was lonely too. That being at the top isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.’ Stacey gave the ripped redhead a solemn smile, “With as wealthy as my family is, I lived my life in a protective bubble. I suppose you’d call it sheltered, but I’d call it isolation. Everybody is always waiting for the ‘mighty to fall’ and my family is no exception. One step out of line could ruin my family’s company, so my sister and I spent most of our days alone at the house. I took to training quickly and soon the home gym was the one place I could go to escape my parents’ and caretakers’ judgmental eyes. I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said that I wasn’t used to being touched… In fact, you’re probably the first non-family member or caretaker that’s actually touched me…”

‘I guess if there was a prize for loneliness, we’d both win first place… Why is she telling me all of this? Is she trying to one-up me? No, I don’t think she’d stoop to that… I think she’s trying to say that we’re not so different, that she understands my loneliness. Hannah returned Stacey’s solemn smirk with one of her own, “R… really? I wasn’t kidding either, just so you know. There’s NOBODY around my home. I did go to homeschool prom once, but everybody avoided me due to my buff body. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… you’re probably the first non-family member to touch me too…” Hannah assured Stacey, wanting to be as honest with the blonde as the blonde had been with her.

Then, as if reading each other’s minds, they creased their brows and said, “If I lose to you… then it was all for nothing…” They laid staring into each other’s eyes, after having borne more of themselves to another person than ever before, for more time than either would’ve liked to admit. ‘Why am I telling her all of this? I don’t like her…’ the rival roommates tried to convince themselves. Subconsciously they rubbed their thumbs against their still grasping hands, then as if they caught fire, the girls tore their hands away from each other.

“L… let go of my hand!!! I’m not like you! I’m not some fucking dyke!!!” Hannah yelled angrily.

“Y… you weren’t letting go!!! You’re the fucking dyke! You were trying to make a move… with that story…” Stacey shouted aggressively.

“I’m making a move?! Look at how stiff your nipples and clit are!” Hannah tightened her squeeze on Stacey’s shoulder. ‘I don’t like women! Besides my family would disown me… They aren’t exactly tolerant…’

“Mine?! Look at yours, all swollen like a bitch in heat! You probably rubbed them against mine on purpose!” Stacey returned Hannah’s squeeze. ‘I don’t like women! Besides, my family would never allow it… Imagine the headlines…’

“I bet you like it… Unleashing your full strength against mine… Feeling our bodies tremble against each other… Rubbing our big muscles together… Mashing our huge mouths together… It probably gets a dyke like you off, huh? That’s why you kept trying to mash mouths with me, Stacey…” Hannah accused Stacey.

“You kept going mouth to mouth with me, Hannah… A dyke like you probably gets turned on by rubbing canines with an equally big girl… Pumping our big muscles together… Screaming like banshees into each other… You were probably creaming in your pants, huh?” Stacey spat back at Hannah, temper rising.

Releasing their hands from each other’s shoulders they started to tug at the back of their roommate’s head. Hands found pony tails and ripped free the ties holding them in place. Once contained hair fell just past their shoulders. “I HATE YOU!!!” They screamed, pulling each other into a half nelson and rolled towards each other, both whipping their fresh legs towards each other. Not thinking, they rolled their upper bodies until they were once again chest to chest, nipples anchored together. The sensation of their stiff, pulsing nipples once again touching would have been their focus if not for their shins colliding, propelled by large, powerful leg muscles. They let out a cry of pain from the collision, and instantly both girls knew they’d be nursing large bruises in the morning. Undeterred, however, they aligned their legs, heel to heel, toes to toes, calves to calves, quads to quads, and attempted to overpower each other one final time. Free hands were used to tighten their mutual headlock. Their heads were encased in a cocoon of muscular arms, the only thing they could see was each other’s struggling faces. Neck muscles as well as their traps bulged as they fought against each other’s squeezes. Hannah and Stacey grit their teeth and opened their mouths as wide as possible, not wanting to be caught in a vulnerable position if their mouths were drawn together. Then a pulse in their chests struck them like a bolt of lightning. They finally registered that their hard, throbbing nipples were once again smashed together.

Somehow, they had managed to roll their bodies in a way where they were pressed tip to tip, both stiff pairs having pushed the other back into awaiting areolas. Tears welled at the corner of their eyes as they struggled to maintain the pressure between their warring legs while also managing the waves of pleasure from their fencing nipples. It didn’t take long for the rival roommates to feel warm liquid seep from the locked nubs.

“Stiff bitch… you’re dripping…” Stacey groaned. ‘Feels too good… ungh…’

“So are you… hard whore…” Hannah moaned. ‘Feels too good… ungh…’

“Oh FUCK!!! They bellowed; sound muffled by the muscular arms surrounding their heads. “This is your fault!!!” They accused as their nipples released streams of hot liquid. ‘If our nipples were touching, would we be spraying INTO each other?!’ the thought crossed their minds. Their eyes closed, trying to contain the pleasure. Neither could see the other’s approaching face, both too lost in arousal. Inch by inch, chiseled arms forced their faces closer together, the two girls only noticing once their noses collided tip to tip. Both girls opened their eyes, gazes locked, pairs of teal and blue eyes engulfing each other’s vision.

“FUCKING DYKE!!! I’LL DESTROY YOU!!!” Stacey screamed, nose compressing against the redhead’s.

“NOT IF I DESTROY YOU FIRST!!! FUCKING LESBIAN!!!” Hannah yelled as she pressed her nose back into the blonde’s.

‘I need to push through! Maybe she’s distracted enough where I can finish her off!!!’ Stacey screamed internally. ‘Just beat her and this will all be over…’

‘I have to fight through! If she’s as distracted as I am, maybe I can take advantage and end this!!!’ Hannah screamed to herself. ‘If I beat her, then I can finish all of this tonight…’

Together they bucked their hips forward, the women letting out surprised grunts as the full length of their legs met. Both knew that if their inner thighs were pressed together, then their engorged clits must also be impossibly close. Their panicked eyes met as they cried out pleadingly, “CLITS!!! STOP!!!” as if they were trying to remind the other of the closeness of their nether regions.

‘If they touch… I’ll explode!!!’ Stacey knew. “Any closer and…” Stacey began huskily.

“I know, I know…” Hannah continued huskily. ‘If they rub… I’ll burst!!!’

“HRAAAAAH!!!” together they groaned, voices getting lower and slightly deeper, the huskiness of their tones intoxicating each other. Their legs shook, full lengths pressed together. The girls reveled in the sensation of the uncovered skin of their lower legs flexing and straining together. Their quads rumbled as they pressed as hard as they could to push the opposing leg over. Heavy breaths of effort escaped the combatants’ mouths. They allowed their noses to slide past one another until their mouths a hair’s breadth apart. So close were their lips that they felt each other’s snarls tilt upwards into slight grins. Then, an idea struck the stalemated combatants, ‘Maybe if I change her focus, then I can outmuscle her… This dyke is so hot and bothered it won’t take much…’

“Strong bitch…” Stacey choked out, her voice deep and raspy.

“Powerful fuck…” Hannah choked out, her voice also deep and raspy.

“We said we wouldn’t touch mouths again…” Stacey whispered slowly, her tone making her arousal evident.

“That doesn’t mean they can’t be close…” Hannah whispered slowly as well, just as aroused.

“I bet you love it... Our big mouths so close… I can feel it… Your nipples are throbbing…” Stacey taunted huskily. The girls shuddered against one another, both releasing shaky, steamy breaths that mingled between their vicious smiles.

“So are yours… I bet you’re so turned on… You must be thinking about our huge canines clashing and grinding together…” Hannah boasted huskily. The girls shuddered against each other once more, breath being traded between them.

Suddenly, the roommates felt a tingle between their legs and moaned out “Uuuunghhh…” Although, the moans were clearly signs of arousal, they pushed their still warring legs together tighter hoping that the other would think it a cry of effort.

‘Fuck this bitch… She’s right… If we just turned our heads slightly we could press them together again and fight like wild animals… Wrap our tongues like snakes… No… NO!!!... I’m NOT like her…’ Stacey fought the arousal threatening to take over her body even as she felt her chin meet Hannah’s.

‘Screw this fucking bitch… She’s right… We’re so close… We can compare fangs again… Let out primal instincts take over… Tangle our tongues… Go completely feral on each other… No… NO!!!... I’m NOT like her…’ Hannah fought against the pulsing in her loins that was beginning to take control even as she felt her chin meet Stacey’s.

“TOO… CLOSE!!!...” they choked out as their lips were crushed together. The city girl and country girl did all they could to keep their teeth and tongues from crashing together, even as the powerful muscles in their arms continued to coil around their heads. ‘Think!!! Use your head!!!’ they screamed internally, ‘Wait… head?...’ The two then tilted their chins back and threw their foreheads forward, hoping to take the other by surprise.

*THUNK* Stacey felt her forehead hit the other girl’s. ‘Did she have the same thought?! What’s with this girl?!’ The company heiress was immediately grateful that their movement was limited by the lack of space between their coiled arms. ‘If I can pull my head back further though… Maybe that’s how I can finish her off…’ Stacey plotted.

*THUNK* Hannah felt her forehead hit the other girl’s. ‘She had the same idea?! How do we keep doing this?!’ The farm girl was thankful that they couldn’t gain much momentum within their wrapped arms. ‘If I can pull my head back further though… Maybe that’s how I can finish her off…’ Hannah strategized.

The girls growled as their thick, dense legs trembled against one another. Neither appendage had moved from the initial point of contact as Hannah and Stacey struggled against each other’s enormous power. They felt their nipples throb in rhythm, the nubs syncing in arousal. The company heiress and farm girl ground their foreheads together, knowing that any imbalance between them may be enough to turn the tide of the battle. Neck and trapezius muscles flexed and shook in exertion as each roommate tried to force the other’s head back. The girls grunted as they continued pressing their bodies together, “A… Abs!!!”, they choked out, demanding more contact. Then, together they brought their lower torsos together, feeling their abdominals meet, press, and ripple together. Groaning, the women pressed the full lengths of their bodies together, each shook as they were unable to overpower the other.

‘She’s STROOOONG!!!’ was the only thought Stacey or Hannah could muster as they focused all of their concentration on their quivering muscles. Whimpers escaped their mouths as they poured all of their power into each other. Both girls knew that they’d entered the final push of the strength contest and were holding nothing back. Their skulls ached as they butted and shoved together, forced into opposition by their strong necks, huge traps, and muscular arms. Abs pumped and grinded as they attempted to take the top position. Rock-hard legs smashed together, slowly falling as they rapidly drained the strength from one another. Nipples pounded together, releasing droplets of milk between their crushed chests. The girls, locked together in the mutually destructive press, attempted to pull their heads back to initiate their headbutt strategy, but found their necks and traps weakened each other to a point where that was no longer possible. Instead, they resumed the painful pressing of foreheads hoping that somehow their traps would prove stronger than their opponent’s.

‘She tried to pull her head back too… She must’ve thought of the same thing as I did. We’re both learning how to fight from each other…’ Stacey realized. ‘She IS just as inexperienced as I am.’ Stacey mustered all of her remaining power to hold off Hannah, who seemed to be gathering all of her remaining strength as well. ‘We’re forcing each other into pure muscle battles. Does she like them too? Wait… too?...’

‘She was about to headbutt me too… It makes sense though. We’re both inexperienced at fighting so we’re learning from each other…’ Hannah discovered. ‘She really IS as unfamiliar at fighting as I am.’ Hannah gathered her remaining strength to hold off Stacey, who seemed to be mustering all of her remaining strength as well. ‘We’re forcing each other into pure muscle battles. Does she like them too? Wait… too?...’

“COME ON YOU BLONDE BRUTE! MUSCLE ON MUSCLE!” Hannah shouted, body shaking in effort as it matched against Stacey’s.

“POWER ON POWER! YOU REDHEADED RUFFIAN!” Stacey yelled back, body also shaking as she matched Hannah’s.

The first thing to break on the roommates was their abs. The hard muscles were unused to exerting themselves against equal force and began to shake, quiver, and soften. Hannah and Stacey let out exhausted sighs as their lower torsos ran out of juice.

“SEEMS OUR ABS… ARE EQUALLY MATCHED…” Stacey huffed out, the air hot and thick between their trapped heads.

“SEEMS SO… NECKS AND TRAPS TOO…” Hannah huffed as the pressure between their heads finally lessened.

Their legs, still locked in battle, burned as they fought past the limits of exhaustion. The two limbs were only being held up by the pressure between them, both refusing to let the other fall lest they fall themselves. They remained that way for ten minutes, barely pushing, pain radiating through their bodies, growls and groans changing into whimpers and cries.

“YOU JUST… DON’T GIVE UP…” Stacey sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes as she kept pushing her strained leg against the redhead’s.

“NEITHER… DO YOU…” Hannah sobbed along with Stacey, tears also streaming from her eyes. The miniscule force between their strained legs feeling immense as the girl’s power remained perfectly balanced.

Then suddenly, the girls felt a sharp pain in their legs as they neared their breaking point. The shock was enough for the girls to loosen their grips around the other’s head and they both reared them back, finally getting a look at each other’s tear stricken faces.

‘She’s in just as much pain as I am. Just as exhausted…’ they thought in a haze. ‘She’s just as vulnerable…’

“I KNOW WHY… YOU PULLED YOUR HEAD BACK…” Hannah said shakily, traps twitching in exhaustion.

“SAME REASON… AS YOU…” Stacey replied unsteadily, traps imitating Hannah’s.

Instinctively the girls reached for each other’s elbows, bracing for the coming blow.

“WE HAVE TO GO… AT THE SAME TIME…” Hannah huffed in a battle-crazed state.

“OTHERWISE… WE WON’T REACH…” Stacey huffed out, similarly battle-crazed.

The buff girls sent each other large, toothy grins despite the tears streaming down their faces. They were hoping the savage display would be enough to intimidate the other.

As if demonstrating their previous statement, they slowly brought their heads forward until the tops of their foreheads met, telling each other that would be the point of impact. “I’M GOING TO… HUFF… HUFF… DESTROY YOU…” they growled, still smiling savagely. They then pulled back halfway and butted heads again, still not full-force, but strong enough to elicit groans from the tired girls. They locked eyes and held their heads together as they recovered.

‘We’re going to give each other a fucking concussion at this rate.’ Stacey thought as she groaned along with the redhead. “HOW’S… HUFF… HUFF… YOUR HEAD?”

“HURTS… HUFF… HUFF… YOURS?” Hannah said as she moaned with the blonde. ‘I’m surprised we’re not concussed already…’

“SAME… HUFF… HUFF… STILL… IF YOU WANT TO KEEP BANGING HEADS… I’M GAME… HUFF… HUFF… IF YOU ARE…” Stacey explained. ‘Like hell I’ll back down from her. Plus… just the fact that she’s willing to go this far… it’s kind of fun…’

“SO AM I… HUFF… HUFF… IF YOU WANT TO KEEP BUTTING OUR HEADS TOGETHER… HUFF… HUFF… I’M DOWN…” Hannah responded. ‘I refuse to back down against her. Also… knowing that she’s willing to go this far… it’s kind of fun…’

“HUFF… HUFF… I’LL ADMIT… YOU’RE… TOUGH…” Stacey panted. ‘How long have we been fighting? My body is so sore… Is this its limit? She must be at hers too… If she wasn’t she’d had finished me off by now.’

“SO… ARE YOU… HUFF… HUFF…” Hannah panted. ‘We’ve been going for so long… Everything hurts… Is this my body’s limit? She has to be at hers too… She’d have finished me off already if she wasn’t.’

Neither combatant had realized that the sharp pain they felt earlier in their legs resulted in the two limbs finally collapsing in exhaustion. They were too busy grinding their heads together to notice. Hannah and Stacey panted and snarled against each other, both exhausted, but unwilling to be the first to surrender. Both women, pushed far beyond their self-perceived limits, felt pain lance through their exhausted muscles.

“I KNOW… HUFF… YOU’RE AT… HUFF… YOUR LIMIT…” Hannah forced out between pants and groans. ‘Because I’m at mine…’

“AND YOU’RE… HUFF… AT… HUFF… YOURS…” Stacey managed to get out as she groaned and caught her breath. ‘Because I’m at mine…’

And just like that, the girls unraveled. They let out loud, girlish sobs as the toll of the day’s battle finally hit the two muscular combatants.

“EVERYTHING HUUUURRRRTS…” Hannah sobbed, whimpering against Stacey shamelessly. The blonde was similarly crying against her.

“WE BROKE EACH OTHER…” Stacey sobbed, tears flowing freely down her face. Instinctively the girls rubbed cheek bones, catching each other’s tears, allowing them to mix as they sought comfort from the pain in knowing they were suffering together. “MY WHOLE BODY… HUFF… HUFF… FEELS STRAINED…”

“MINE… HUFF… HUFF… TOO…” Hannah cried. “YOU NEVER… HUFF… GAVE UP…” the redhead stated with begrudging respect. ‘Is this how all of our battles will end? With us sobbing against each other?’

“NEITHER… HUFF… DID YOU…” Stacey said with begrudging respect as well. ‘Is this how all of our matches are destined to end? With us wailing together like banshees?’

“OH FUCK… HUFF… NIPPLES STILL… HUFF…” Stacey moaned as she felt her nipples pulse against Hannah’s.

“OH FUCK… HUFF… THEY’RE… HUFF…” Hannah moaned back as the pulsing of their nipples quickened.

The two pairs of opposing nubs were having their own silent duel while their muscles took centerstage. Each attempted to pierce the other, resulting in them trembling together, tip to tip. Neither muscular woman had the luxury of paying attention to their building arousal while they were locked in a titanic struggle with each other’s powerful bodies. Once the action stalled, however, they felt the full wave of arousal built-up between their smashed tits.

“TOO LATE!!!” the blonde woman cried out, knowing that even if they disengaged, their bodies were already too aroused to stop the coming orgasm.

“MUCH TOO LATE!!!” the redheaded woman confirmed. Instead, she and Stacey grasped each other tighter, pressing their aching bodies together. “FIGHT IT!!!” Hannah told Stacey along with herself.

“TRYING TO!!!” Stacey moaned. Still pressed cheekbone to cheekbone with Hannah, the two girls were careful not to allow their large mouths, or more importantly, their huge canines collide during moaning fits.

The amazons allowed their left arms to break free of their respective headlocks to rake along each other’s backs. Both were surprised to discover that their left arms still felt relatively fresh before remembering that they had not matched the two limbs against each other… yet. Then they wrapped their left arm around their opponent’s upper back, sealing their bountiful chests together and crushing their nipples against each other even tighter.

“C… CO… CONTROL…” Hannah stammered, trying to get Stacey to understand what she was trying to do. ‘Even if we cum again, we can hold it back, make it more manageable. Maybe even, one day, stop it from happening at all…’

“G… GO… GOT IT…” Stacey stammered back, already trying to do the same thing Hannah was. ‘If we can control it, hold it back, then it won’t impact us as much. Maybe, with enough practice, we’ll even be able to stop the orgasm all together…’

*Thump* the girls moaned as their nipples throbbed in time with one another. *Thump Thump* the pace of the throbbing quickened as Hannah and Stacey whimpered and grasped at each other’s backs desperately. *Thump Thump Thump* the pulsing of their nipples reached a fever pitch, reducing the women to sobbing incoherently in arousal. *Thump Thump Thump* the girls attempted to hold the coming orgasm off, minds overcome with the feeling of arousal. *Thump Thump Thump* still they held, desperate for release, but refusing to cum first, to cum alone. *Thump Thump Thump* Hannah and Stacey subconsciously allowed their large mouths and huge canines to come into contact as they gasped and choked back their arousal as one. *Thump Thump Thump* their tongues slid between their teeth and out of their mouths as they panted deliriously, the two muscles colliding. Both girls, rapidly losing control, lashed out with and licked each other’s tongues to drag the other strong woman down with her. Their tongues pressed and trembled together for several seconds as the two muscles tried to overpower each other. The action was enough and, in unison, the muscular roommates felt their nipples begin to gush. Milky liquid stained their tops even more than previously and warmth spread across their chests. Every throb of their nipples drained more milk from the aroused women as they quivered together and rode each other down from their erotically charged states. Only once their nipples stopped squirting did Hannah and Stacey loosen their grips on each other’s heads and backs.

Stacey stared at the redhaired country girl, utterly spent. ‘Took you with me, Red.’ she thought in a haze proudly.

Hannah similarly stared at the blonde city girl, exhausted. ‘Took you with me, Blondie.’ she thought in a haze proudly.

“We definitely lasted longer… huff… this time.” Stacey broke the silence. “The reaction was… huff… huff… stronger though.” The blonde-haired girl stared at her roommate, only now noticing how attractive the other woman was. ‘Objectively, of course! She’s got a killer body, piercing blue eyes, a gorgeous smile, and one hell of a rack… Doing all of this with somebody with looks like hers definitely makes it all much more bearable.’

“Yeah… huff… it was good progress.” Hannah surmised. “I’m guessing the reaction was stronger… huff… huff… because we were just holding it back, not stopping it.” The redhaired girl stared at her roommate as well, also noticing how attractive the other woman was. ‘If I was into girls, I mean! She’s got a great body, enchanting emerald eyes, a beautiful smile, and giant boobs… Fighting like this, with somebody who looks like she does, definitely makes it much more bearable.’

“Still… after all of that, we’ve settled nothing…” Stacey marveled at their equality.

“I know… and we tried so many ways to overpower each other…” Hannah responded, amazed at how even they were.

“We’ll have plenty of more opportunities to try and conquer each other in the coming months.” the blonde reminded the redhead.

“Try being the keyword… Saying we’re equally matched is a disservice. If there’s something more than being equals, that’s us…” the cowgirl told the heiress.

“It feels like we could fight forever and not overpower each other…” the heiress responded to the cowgirl in agreement.

“Or fight forever and then overpower each other at the same time…” Hannah remembered their matches throughout the day. “We should stay like this… Equals I mean… Until we settle things…”

“I agree… We can even use each other for training… We’re hurting now, but we both know today made us stronger…” Stacey considered the possibilities of the two of them training together.

“That means we only train together. We go to the gym together, eat the same meals, keep the same sleep schedule… No advantages, just your muscles versus mine…” Hannah devised a plan to keep them on an even playing field.

“Naturally, this rivalry of ours is based on the equality of our muscles. We need to maintain that. Neither of us wants to win simply because we snuck in a few extra training sessions.” Stacey said, finally verbalizing she saw Hannah as her rival.

“Our rivalry will only end once one of us outmuscles the other.” Hannah emphasized rivalry, liking the way the word defined her relationship with Stacey. “I have no intentions of losing… and as you’ve seen, I’ll go to any lengths to prove that.”

“You’ve also seen how far I’ll go… I’ll never let you beat me.” Stacey stated confidently. “No matter how many times we have to challenge each other.” The blonde looked at the redhead with steely determination. ‘In these moments, we’re totally cool… I don’t understand how in one moment we’re screaming at each other and in the next we’re honest and friendly. I know for a fact that I don’t hate her… I wouldn’t be doing all of this if I did… When my body gets all worked up though… I get so angry… I think I hate how my body is reacting to her… All of this body contact is making me have to confront things about my own body that I don’t understand…’

“However many times it takes…” Hannah confirmed. ‘And once again we’re cordial… I don’t get what’s up between us. I definitely don’t hate her… In the heat of the moment though, when my body’s all worked up… I get so angry… I think I hate the way my body is responding to her… All of this is making me confront things about my own body that I still don’t understand…’

Stacey stared at Hannah thoughtfully, making a decision. “Listen, I uh… I don’t hate you… I don’t hate anything. I don’t know why I used that word towards you.” Feeling suddenly vulnerable, the blonde looked down towards their milk-stained tops. ‘This is the part I don’t get… Why do I keep getting so aroused? And why did my mouth seek hers out yet again? Then, the instant our tongues touched we…’

Hannah shot Stacey a shocked expression, not due to what she said, but from the realization that the blonde must have been thinking about the same thing she was. “No, no… I uh… I get it… I don’t hate you either. Things got kind of heated and I just started screaming.” Hannah followed Stacey’s sightline and looked at their milk-covered breasts. ‘This is the part I don’t get… Why do I keep getting so aroused? And why did my mouth seek hers out yet again? Then, the instant our tongues touched we…’

“We did it again…” Stacey said carefully. ‘She has to know what I’m referring to.’

“We give new meaning to fighting tooth and nail…” Hannah tried to joke. ‘We were lost in excitement and gave into our urges.’

“Do we just give each other a pass? Given the circumstances…” Stacey asked hopefully.

“I think that would be for the best… But uh… tell me, I know the first time our tongues touched was an accident. The second time though… Did you press it against mine?” Hannah stumbled through the question. ‘I need to know. If it was just me then…’

‘She had to bring that up… I hope she’s going somewhere with this.’ Stacey sputtered out her words, “Y… yeah… D… did you?”

Hannah let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Oh, good…”

‘Good?! What is she talking about?!’ Stacey thought hastily.

“I was afraid I was the only one… Seems like we both had the same idea.” Hannah said in relief. ‘Still doesn’t change the fact that we basically frenched each other, but at least it was mutual…’

“I got desperate at the end and didn’t want to go off alone, sorry.” Stacey admitted.

“I’m just as guilty. I couldn’t hold it off any longer and didn’t want to go alone.” Hannah admitted as well.

“We knew exactly how to ensure we’d go down together.” Stacey said, sending the redhead a toothy smile.

“Going down together… We’re becoming experts at that...” Hannah stated, giving the blonde a toothy smile of her own.

A moment of silence passed between the girls as they awkwardly stared at each other. Their milk-stained tops moving up and down with deep breaths as the girls attempted to recover their stamina.

‘I need to fill this silence. It’s awkward…’ Stacey figured. “You’ve got a strong tongue.” Stacey began. ‘Not with that!’ The blonde was angry at herself for saying the first thing that came to her mind.

“You too.” Hannah continued. ‘Wait, what am I saying?!’ Hannah panicked before saying. “T… tongues are muscles, you know.” The redhead beamed at her statement, as if it was some grand revelation. ‘Good catch!’

‘Oh! Good idea, jokes! That will fix this embarrassing situation.’ The blonde grinned, ready to enact her plan. “Yeah? Want a rematch?” Stacey attempted to joke, but her voice dropped to a low, husky tone. Hannah didn’t laugh, and instead was staring into the blonde’s eyes, pupils dilating. ‘Gah! Not that! Get ahold of yourself, Stacey!’

‘Oh… she’s trying to play chicken… I won’t back down, Stacey.’ Hannah stared at Stacey’s eyes, her pupils also dilating. “We did say we’d keep going muscle to muscle until this is settled…” The redheads voice similarly deep and husky.

The redhead and blonde brought their heads closer together until they were nose to nose. They continued to stare into one another’s eyes. It wasn’t until they felt their nipples twitch against each other again that they broke out of their trance and quickly pulled their heads and breasts apart.

“Hah… hah!... Got you good…” Stacey stammered. ‘I’m doomed.’

“Y… yeah right!... I really had you going there…” Hannah stuttered. ‘I’m doomed.’

“So, uh… now what? I can barely move.” Stacey admitted. ‘We could just go to sleep, but there is one part of us that isn’t sore… Wait, I can’t move… I promised to call Liz to let her know how my first day went…’

“I’m in the same boat…” Hannah suggested. ‘Afterall, there’s one part of us that isn’t sore… yet. Wait, I promised Katie I’d let her know how my first day went and I can barely lift my legs….’ She sent a pleading look towards her newfound rival and let out a frustrated groan, “I forgot to call home! I promised my lil’ sis I’d let her know how today went…”

“I promised my sister that I’d call home too… but the phone is way over there.” Stacey pointed towards the counter they had dinner at earlier. Just then a robotic female voice came to life and echoed throughout the room.

“The time is 10:35 PM. Miss Hightower, if you are still in the gym, it is advised that you return to your quarters for rest.” Stacey let out an embarrassed groan.

“I forgot that I set a sleep reminder… I used to stay up training too late some nights…” Stacey reminisced, “But wait! These devices have an added bonus of being able to make outgoing calls! Computer, call Liz Hightower.” The blonde commanded.

‘This gym really does have all the bells and whistles. I wonder if she’ll let me use it when she’s finished…’ Hannah looked at Stacey thoughtfully.

After two rings, the exhausted duo was met with a groggy “Hello? Do you have any idea what time it is?” The owner of the voice clearly having been woken up by the phone call.

“Liz! I’m sorry I forgot to call; I know I promised to let you know how my first day went!” Stacey blabbered out.

“Yeah? Well, how was it?” Liz responded, having woken up a little after hearing her sister’s apologetic yell.

‘I didn’t think this far ahead… Do I tell her what I did all day? No, probably not…’ Stacey began, “Typical stuff, unpacked the room, took a tour of campus, we’ve got some nice amenities around my hall. The room is pretty big too for a college campus. Classes don’t start for a few days yet.”

“That’s nice, I’ll have to come visit eventually.” Liz continued. “How is your roommate? You two getting along?”

“I… I think so…” Stacey gave Hannah a contemplative look. “Her name is Hannah and we have some common interests.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Liz asked, eager to continue the conversation. It wasn’t often, or ever really, that her sister got along with anybody her own age.

‘What do I say? She’s huge? Oh, we just kicked each other’s asses the past five hours. No, no, no…’ Stacey stared blankly at Hannah.

‘I can bail her out.’ Hannah thought. “W… we both like to lift!” Hannah blurted. Stacey sent the redhead a shocked look, not entirely sure she wanted redhead to say anything at all.

“O… oh! Stacey… Is that Hannah?” Liz asked in excitement.

“Y… yeah…” Stacey responded, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “Sorry, it’s just… we’re in the gym and I was showing her the computer system and how it can call hands free.”

“So, Hannah, how are you guys getting along?” Liz inquired.

“G… Good I think. We butted heads a bit at first, but we eventually came together.” Hannah told the blonde’s sister. ‘Phrasing Hannah, phrasing…’

Stacey gave Hannah a worried look and whispered to the redhead, “What are you doing?”

“Wow, you argued with Stacey and lived? You must tell me your secret.” Liz teased. “I think I like her already, Stacey. Wait, did you say you’re still in the gym?”

“Hah, hah.” Stacey said lamely. “Yeah, we came down here after we finished unpacking… That’s how we found out we both like to lift.” Stacey explained.

“How long did it take to unpack? It’s past 10:30, you must have been down there for hours. You showing her your routine or something?” Liz asked, before shifting her attention to Hannah again. “She’s a gym rat, Hannah. Still, she gets results. Stick to her routine and you’ll make massive gains.”

“I bet our routines aren’t so different.” Hannah said in a mocking tone. She raised an eyebrow at Stacey.

“Oh, she sounds confident, Stacey.” Liz responded, teasingly, knowing that nobody could ever match her sister. “You said you were arguing over who got which room earlier, maybe you two should arm wrestle for it.” she suggested, believing herself to be helping her sister.

The roommates looked at each other with hesitant expressions before replying together, “We did.”

“I know how that ended.” Liz sing-songed. “Sorry Hannah, but Stacey has to be one of the strongest girls around. Like I said though, if you worked at it, you could learn from…”

“I didn’t beat her, Liz…” Stacey interrupted.

“Wait, you lost? To another girl?” Liz asked, perplexed.

“I didn’t beat her either…” Hannah revealed, adding to the younger girl’s confusion.

“Huh? Then what happened? Did you each take an arm? Stacey is left-handed, so I’d assume she took that arm at least…” Liz said, trying to figure out what happened.

“No…” The roommates replied in unison.

“We only did one arm, Liz.” Stacey began. ‘So far.’

‘I knew she noticed that our left arms still have some juice.’ Hannah thought.

“I don’t get it; did you both give up?” Liz asked.

“Never!” The roommates proclaimed. The girls gave each other competitive stares.

“Well then, what happened?” Liz questioned.

Stacey motioned for Hannah to explain, not wanting to give her sister additional opportunities to gloat over her inability to defeat her new roommate. “We went at it for over an hour, Liz. It got to a point where we were jostling for leverage with our legs. We even butt heads, trying to get any advantage we could. It got intense, we were screaming in each other’s faces as our arms shook and quivered. We couldn’t even move each other a millimeter. Then, at the end of the final stretch, our arms completely burned out, slipped backwards, and our wrists hit the table in unison.” Hannah explained, cheeks red and feeling breathless after reliving their first encounter (leaving out some details for the sake of not revealing the unwilling erotic nature of the bout).

“You two arm wrestled for over an hour? Doesn’t that get tough after just a minute or so?” Liz asked. “Then again, I know how stubborn you are, Stacey. Looks like you found somebody just as stubborn as you!” Liz laughed.

“It does get tough. I thought I could outlast her.” Stacey told her sister.

“And I thought I could outlast her…” Hannah echoed.

“Still, Hannah, I can’t believe you were able to match Stacey for over an hour! Just an fyi, I bet Stacey was loving every minute of it. She’s always been into stories about rivals. She just never thought she’d find one for herself given how big and strong she is.” Liz commented.

“I like rivalry stories too… and I get how she felt. It got kinda lonely being the only big, muscular gal around. I think we were both pretty excited to be able to unleash our full strength against each other.” Hannah smirked.

“I have a feeling you two are going to love being roommates. So what, you two muscleheads finally decided that you’re equals and worked out together until now?” Liz tried to piece together. “I mean, you didn’t even try lefty…”

“Basically. We put each other through the wringer; we can barely move a muscle.” Hannah responded. Liz didn’t need to know their form of ‘working out’ was a grueling gauntlet of strength contests. “…And we’re going to be trying lefty shortly…” She added, smirking at Stacey, unsurprised to receive an answering grin.

“Right after this call, actually…” Stacey stated.

“Ooooh, sounds like you two are in for some fun then. Well, I’m glad your first day went well, Sis. Nice to meet you, Hannah, you seem pretty cool. I need to get back to bed though. Oh, and Hannah? Kick Stacey’s butt!” Liz teased before hanging up the phone.

“I like your sister.” Hannah told her roommate. “Seems like you two are pretty close.”

“Yeah… I was wondering how she’d take me going to school. We’re a few years apart, so I was more of a babysitter than friend to her. Now she’s off to high school. She’ll probably be coming here a year or two after we graduate.” Stacey said thoughtfully.

“It’s tough… leaving your sibling behind. I have a sister a few years younger than me as well. She’s starting high school this year too. I was in charge of watching her while my family took to the fields. I’m not sure what’s in her plans, but maybe she’ll end up here as well…”

“You can call her… I mean if you want.” Stacey told her roommate. “I know it’s nearly 11:00, but it sounds like you two are close and we kind of monopolized each other’s time today.” The blonde’s heart clenched as Hannah’s eyes lit up and her features softened, revealing a gentleness she didn’t know was possible with the ripped redhead. “Here ummm, watch this. Computer, authorize new voice.” Stacey then motioned for Hannah to say something.

“Hannah Greenville.” The redhead stated clearly before hearing an affirming *ding*.

“Now you can give the same commands I can. I figure we’ll be down here a bit, might as well share.” Stacey’s cheeks flushed and she looked away. She really wasn’t supposed to be giving tech access to people outside of her family, but it’s not like anybody would figure out. Besides, the redhead was so straightforward and blunt, Stacey doubted she would be doing anything nefarious with the system. “Pl… plus if we get hurt, it could be useful for both of us to have access to the emergency systems!” Stacey stammered.

‘Wow, this whole computer access thing must be a big deal, it has Stacey as red as a tomato. Who could’ve guessed she has a soft side. How sweet…’ Hannah clasped her hand on Stacey’s shoulder and gave her a side hug. “Thanks, it means a lot, Stacey.” She then gave the computer her sister’s phone number. Hannah was surprised that her sister picked up the phone on the first ring.

“Hannah?!” Katie, Hannah’s sister, half-asked half-shouted. “Where have you been? You promised you’d call.”

Hannah heard Stacey mew an ‘awww’. She would have nudged the blonde, but the sentiment seemed genuine. “Sorry Katie, I know I did. What are you still doing up?”

“I can’t sleep… the room is too quiet without your snoring…” Katie told her sister. Stacey rose her eyebrow at Hannah before making a mocking snoring motion with her mouth. This time Hannah did jab her elbow into Stacey’s side, earning a satisfying grunt. “So, how’s the Hightower girl? Is she as snobby as you expected?”

Stacey squinted her eyes at Hannah and returned her elbow nudge, earning a grunt of her own. “Snobby? Who’s snobby?” Stacey asked Katie.

“W… wait I’m on speaker? I’m sooo sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it! We were joking and, and, and…” Katie rambled.

Stacey burst into laughter. “It’s… It’s okay!” The blonde chuckled. “I’d think somebody from my family would be a bit snobby too, maybe I am, who knows.”

“Sorry Katie, I should have told you we were on speaker. We’re actually in her family’s gym. It has this high-tech computer system that I’m calling you from. Things started a bit rough, but we’ve been hashing it out.”

“Rough how? I told you if she was giving you a hard time, just take off that sweater that you love and show off your guns.” Katie joked.

Stacey mockingly flexed her biceps at Hannah, imitating a fitness model. ‘Stacey’s a little gremlin, isn’t she?’ The redhead rolled her eyes. “We got into an argument over who would get each room. We both want the room overlooking the park.”

“You both want? Did you not pick your rooms yet? It’s almost midnight.” Katie questioned.

“Well, we shelved the dispute while we toured campus. We’ve got some cool things around our hall. The room is gigantic as far as dorm rooms go… I guess that’s a perk of rooming with a Hightower. Then there’s an amazing gym in the basement of our hall. I guess Stacey’s family had it built for any Hightowers on campus. We’ve been down here for a while.” Hannah filled in her sister.

“You must have been down there for hours! What’s so great about it? Or are you showing Stacey your routine?” Katie asked.

“I’m not showing her my routine, but there are so many machines and free weights down here. A lounge area, huge television, comfy couch, juice bar, showers, the works… It puts my little barn gym back home to shame.” the redhead said.

“So Stacey’s a fitness nut, huh?...” Katie said, devising a plan. “That’s it! Y’all should have a fitness contest to decide who gets the room.”

“Heh, she sounds just like Liz…” Stacey chuckled. “We tried arm wrestling, for the record.”

“So, you lost the room then?” Katie asked.

“No Katie, she didn’t lose the room.” Hannah replied.

“Huh? Then you lost? To another girl?” Katie wondered, shocked.

“Nope, she didn’t lose the room either.” Stacey cut in.

Before Katie could keep asking about what happened, Hannah said, “We tied.”

“Tied?... But you can’t tie at arm wrestling… well unless you both gave up… but you would never give up. You’re much too stubborn.”

“Well, we found a way…” Hannah sighed. Stacey gave the redhead a look that said ‘Let me take it from here.’

“At first we decided to see who could bicep curl the most, but once we both reached for the same weight, we had a different idea. We were both very confident, maybe even cocky, and figured we could steamroll each other in arm wrestling. Once we started though, it was a pure struggle for over an hour. We clasped legs for leverage, butted heads, basically anything we could do to overpower each other. It was ferocious… We were face to face screaming at the top of our lungs while our arms just shook and quivered, never moving a single millimeter. Then, during the final push, our arms finally burned out and slid backwards causing our wrists to hit the table in unison.” Stacey explained, cheeks red and short of breath after remembering their first encounter (leaving out the mouth mashing and confusing, erotic nature of their bout). Hannah mouthed a ‘Thank you’ to her rival.

“That… must have been… awesome!” Katie exclaimed. “She might not have said it, but I bet Hannah had fun, Stacey. She loves a good challenge and it sounds like you gave each other a great one.” Katie told the blonde.

“I… had fun too…” Stacey gave Hannah a guarded look. Hannah’s eyes widened at Stacey’s reveal.

“It was fun…” Hannah watched Stacey’s eyes widen as well.

“A tie after an hour and you two say it was fun… Y’all are going to love being roommates. Did you try both arms?” Katie asked.

“We only did righty… but believe me… we’re doing lefty right after this call…” Hannah smirked confidently at her roommate.

“Oh! Well don’t let me hold you up! Let me know how it goes. Nice talking to you, Stacey. I’m glad y’all seem to be getting along. Later sis!” Katie hung up the phone, seemingly satisfied with having finally heard from her sister.

“She’s spunky! I like her.” Stacey grinned.

“She’s definitely excitable, but yeah, she’s cool. Thank you… for letting me call her…” Hannah flashed Stacey a genuine smile, causing the blonde to blush.

“Y… yeah… Well, I just didn’t want you distracted during the arm wrestling match…” Stacey stammered, looking away.

Hannah began stretching out her left arm, “So, how do you wanna do this?”

Stacey began stretching out her arm as well, “Given our penchant for fairness, we aren’t doing it on this sofa unless we convert it. Remember, this is a sofa-sleeper. We’d have to stand up though…” Stacey wasn’t entirely sure she could stand, but if Hannah would try, then so would she.

“Then there’s only one option.” Hannah sat up and prepped herself at the edge of the sofa.

Stacey copied her motion. The two girls put their hands on their legs and pushed themselves to their feet. Immediately, the girls felt the fruits of their muscle duel as they stood on shaking legs. Realizing they wouldn’t be standing for long, they hurriedly removed the sofa cushions and, with their left arms, pulled out the mattress hidden underneath. Almost immediately after the mattress’s feet hit the floor, the two girls flopped face first onto it. Rolling onto their sides to look at one another, the girls mouthed ‘Ow’ to each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. They then sat up and massaged their aching legs.

“We really did a number on each other.” Stacey said as she tried to soothe her aching legs.

Hannah rubbed her quads, trying to ease away the soreness in them. “That we did.” Hannah agreed. She then remembered something Stacey said to her Katie, “So… You’re having fun, huh? Despite… y’know…” Hannah looked down and to the right, focusing her eyes on her right hand, sporting a deep blush. If they could control their bodies, they could really test each other’s strength, but as things stood, certain parts of their anatomy were giving them trouble.

“I mean, yeah…” Stacey looked down and to the left, sporting a blush of her own. “Plus, we’re already getting better at controlling our bodies…Aren’t you having fun too?”

“I am…” Hannah admitted. “It’s amazing. The way we’re perfectly countering each other. We could search forever and not find a better matchup. The fact that we both welcome and enjoy the challenge makes all of this so intense. No tactics, no trickery, we just go right at each other like two bulls…” She exhaled deeply, massaging her quads roughly.

Stacey mimicked Hannah’s hand motions and let out an exhale of her own. “Right? We’ve even gone as far as giving up advantages that may have secured a win. Winning with an advantage wouldn’t feel like winning at all. Not when you’ve spent so much time and effort honing your body… You deserve a fair fight.”

Hannah looked at Stacey, touched at the sentiment. “You really think that?...”

“Of course. You said it yourself; your power defines you, just like mine does me. Overpowering you due to something out of your control wouldn’t be right.” Stacey reiterated.

“Thanks, Stacey… I feel the same way. You deserve a fair fight too. And I’m the gal to give it to you.” Hannah held out a fist towards Stacey.

“Right back at you.” Stacey tapped her fist against the redheads, sealing their promise. “Learning together helps.”

“Yeah, we’ve been adapting to each other well. If we think we’re in sync now, I can only imagine how things will be in a week or two.” Hannah said, absentmindedly.

“You think this may take weeks, huh?” Stacey asked, smirking.

Hannah chirped with a smile of her own, “I mean, did you feel like you were winning at any point today?”

Stacey responded, “No, did you?”

“Nope.” Hannah stated. “All we’ve done since we started is stonewall each other. Hoping our strength could hold out against our opponent’s.”

“Pouring all of our strength into each other… Our power just enough to neutralize our rival’s…” Stacey continued.

“Bodies shaking… muscles quivering… crying out in effort as we put our bodies on the line…” Hannah kept going.

“Both wondering how we could be so even…” Stacey breathed out huskily.

“And yet both too stubborn to accept our equality…” Hannah huskily replied. “No… That’s not the right wording… I definitely recognize you as my equal… How could I not after today?” Hannah corrected herself.

“And I recognize you as mine… Yet, I get what you’re saying.” Stacey tried to piece together what Hannah meant. “More like… both of us are trying to test that equality and figure out where it stops… if it stops…”

“Exactly… I mean, there’s gotta be something, even a single muscle on our bodies where we aren’t a perfect match…” Hannah then looked directly into Stacey’s eyes and whispered, “Right?...”

“Right?...” Stacey whispered the question back at Hannah, unsure of the answer herself. ‘We’ve been a perfect match at every turn. And with our agreement to only workout together… will this ever end?’

‘She’s as uncertain as I am. How couldn’t she be? We’ve been deadlocked all day. And now with us only working out together… how do we break the stalemate?’ Hannah then said, “Even if we can’t, there’s always combative sports like boxing and wrestling. We could always just go until there’s a knockout or pin…”

“Boxing, maybe… But I don’t think our bodies could handle wrestling…” Stacey stated the obvious.

“Maybe we can’t wrestle now, but let’s give it a few weeks. Boxing will probably be our best bet for now though.” Hannah said.

“Okay, sounds like a plan then. We’ll compete in strength contests the next few days and then, if nothing’s settled, we’ll cap it off with a boxing match.” Stacey decided.

“That’ll work. Then we’ll have the whole room situation settled by the time classes start.” Hannah agreed.

Stacey held out her left hand for Hannah to shake on it. The redhead clasped her hand for several seconds as she gauged the blonde’s grip strength. Stacey, to her credit, did the same and after twenty seconds of squeezing, the girls released each other’s hands and flashed each other a smile.

“Right now though, we owe each other an arm wrestling match.” the blonde reminded her roommate.

“How could I forget? Besides, we can’t exactly have our mercy match in the walk-in closet tomorrow if our left arms are fresher than our right ones.” the redhead reasoned.

Their breathing quickened and cheeks tinted themselves red. They backed themselves further onto the mattress and then took a kneeling position, slowly shuffling to face one another. Once they were face to face, they each reached out with their left hands and clasped them together once more, intending to arm wrestle midair. The cushiony surface did little to aid their aching legs as they each uncomfortably shifted in an attempt to find a position that wouldn’t elicit a dull ache in their tired limbs.

“We’re going to have to lean away from each other, otherwise there’ll be no room for our arms.” Stacey dragged their arms upwards to show that there was barely space for the two limbs between their bountiful bosoms.

“With how tired we are though, there’s a definite risk of falling… Hang on…” Hannah reached into her pocket and pulled out Stacey’s hair tie. “A little trophy I kept… We can bind our hands with this. Do you still have mine?”

“We think alike…” Stacey reached into her pocked and removed Hannah’s hair tie. “Decided to keep a trophy myself. It’s not every day you get to fight a massive girl like you to a complete and utter draw.” The blonde shrugged her shoulders.

“Same reason I kept yours. I wanted to remind myself that I’m capable of going muscle to muscle with a huge gal like you until we’re both completely exhausted.” Hannah began lacing their hands together with the two hair ties. “It’s not the worst… tying with you that is.” She said absentmindedly, probing Stacey.

“I agree, there’s something strangely satisfying about knowing there’s somebody out there who can match my power. You give me a reason to keep growing, keep getting stronger.” Stacey said earnestly. “The worst thing would be losing at the last second after putting so much of ourselves into the fight.”

“I never thought of it like that, but yeah. You give me something tangible to compare myself to.” Hannah told Stacey as she fumbled with the hair ties. “I don’t have to compete against myself, against numbers anymore.”

“Though admittedly, competing with you is more grueling than a typical workout.” Stacey reached out to help Hannah bind their hands together.

“Much more grueling… I’ve never been as sore and tired as I am now.” Hannah managed to knot the two hair ties together with Stacey’s help. “Finally… Okay, so how are we doing this?”

“I don’t know, I guess we just try to force each other’s arms down. I’m not exactly an expert here.” Stacey shrugged.

“So, just like a normal arm wrestle, but in midair?” Hannah tested their bound together hands by leaning back. Seemingly satisfied when the hair ties held she said “We should be good to lean back now, we won’t be able to fall backwards anymore with our hands bound together.” Hannah moved her butt back to sit on her feet, pushing through the soreness and pain as she stretched her overused quads. “Gah, fuck! That hurts… My legs are burning.”

“Guh, fuck! It’s no wonder, we completely wrecked each other’s legs…” Stacey leaned back as well. “Look, our legs are quivering. I’m not sure how long we’ll be able to stay kneeling.” Stacey pointed to their legs with her right hand. ‘We aren’t going to be able to do this for very long, our legs look like they’re already about to give out.’

“Don’t gotta look… I can feel your legs shaking. Our knees are touching afterall.” Hannah reminded the blonde. ‘How are we going to wear each other’s arms out if we can’t even stay on our knees for a bit. Our first match lasted an hour, we ain’t lasting more than ten minutes like this…’

They let out frustrated sighs. Then, with their clasped hands, they pulled each other back up into a kneeling position. They felt the pain in their legs lessen to a dull throb.

“That’s not going to work. We need to stretch our legs out, not strain them even more.” Stacey stated in annoyance.

“We can’t exactly do that while kneeling. And unless you’re as flexible as you are strong, we aren’t going to be able to spread our legs out wide enough to sit face to face.” Hannah complained.

“I’m afraid I skipped out on Yoga class.” Stacey joked.

“Likewise.” Hannah teased. “Still, we’ve gotten this far… I need to finish you off…” the redhead stated in determination.

“I want to finish you off just as much…” Stacey affirmed. ‘It’s amazing… we both know how long and agonizing the battle will be… And yet, we can’t help ourselves… We both want the fight.’ Stacey thought in awe. “Any ideas?”

“Well… We both agree that we need to stretch out our legs, and to do that, we need to be sitting.” Hannah surmised. “The problem is, we don’t have enough space to both sit.”

“Unless…” Stacey began, trying to think of a solution. “Hmmm… Unless we sit on each other’s left legs?” Stacey said, partly as a matter-of-fact and partly as a question.

“We could try that…” Hannah agreed. Both girls began to shift off of their knees and stretched their legs out. They lifted their butts off the mattress for their rival to stick their calves underneath.

“And… there!” Stacey proclaimed as they twisted their limbs around one another until they were both seated on each other’s lower legs. “And still plenty of room to go at it!” She raised their bound hands and swung them between their torsos.

“Then let’s get to it, Princess!” Hannah flexed her bicep in preparation.

“Let’s do it, Cowgirl!” Stacey flexed her bicep in response. “On three…”

“One…” They said in unison, gripping each other’s hands tighter. “Two…” They tensed their arms, readying themselves for the coming push. “THREE!!!” Their two powerful appendages began to strain against one another. The arms shook almost imperceptibly, the only sign of struggle being apparent on the roommates faces. They gritted their teeth and lightly growled as they fought with all of the remaining strength in their bodies.

“Hold… nothing… back!!!... I can… take it!!!...” Stacey groaned. ‘I’ll prove to you just how strong I am!’

“Same goes… to you!!!... Give me… all you got!!!...” Hannah groaned. ‘I’ll show you how powerful I am!’

“HHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!” Stacey strained against the buff redhead. ‘I just need to remember that she’s struggling just as much as I am… Use that to fuel myself… To keep going!’

“HHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!” Hannah strained against the muscular blonde. ‘I can’t forget that she’s struggling against my strength as well… Knowing that helps me push myself… To keep fighting!’

On and on the powerful women fought. At the ten-minute mark they planted their right hands on the bed to brace themselves. At the fifteen-minute mark they unknowingly began to pull their bodies together, their power becoming less focused as their bodies tired. At the twenty-minute mark they finally noticed their nearing torsos as their crotches collided with each other’s knees.

“Agh!” The girls shouted as their crotches collided with hard knees. At the new distance, their left breasts were a little under six inches apart and the arena for their warring arms had significantly shrunk.

Each girl’s eyes travelled to their own crotches, amazed that the collision hadn’t set them off as each girl was sporting an erect, inch long clit, clearly visible through their thin shorts. Still, their clits remained dangerously near the hard surface of each other’s knees. Instinctively they propped themselves up with their right arms and pushed themselves further onto each other’s legs until they were each seated on the other’s muscular quad. The action caused their left boobs to collide, the nipples on each grazing side-to-side. Additionally, their arms were nearly pinned between their chiseled abs, having little room between their torsos for anything save their opposing hands.

“That was close!” Hannah cried, but still piling on pressure towards Stacey’s arm. Their arm wrestle had become more focused on their forearms as they attempted to twist each other’s wrists into submission.

“We should have noticed sooner!” Stacey chided. “We were too caught up in the battle…”

“At least we avoided disaster.” Hannah reminded Stacey. “Mostly…” She felt their nipples twitch as they rubbed together.

“Another lesson in control… it is then…” Stacey cooed as their nubs stimulated one another.

“Arms… have no room… quickly… we need to untie them…” Hannah huffed out between gritted teeth. The roommates quickly scrambled with their right hands to undo the knots in the hair ties. Once free, they raised their left hands overhead in challenge, quickly locking hands and pushing forward. Their muscles quivered as their biceps, triceps, forearms, shoulders, and back muscles tested one another.

“This isn’t… exactly arm wrestling… anymore!...” Stacey grunted while feeling all of the muscles on the left side of her body expand and surge with power. ‘How do either of us even win this? We never set a win condition. There’s not exactly a table to force each other’s wrists down on... Fuck! Look at her muscles bulge and strain. I wonder if mine look the same.’ Stacey considered as she watched Hannah’s muscles swell with power.

‘Fuck! Look at her bulging muscles. I wonder if mine look just a big. I still can’t believe how equally matched we are. It’s like we’ve been training together for years, and yet, we only met this morning. And it’s not just our bodies, her stubbornness and willpower even rival my own. I mean, look at us, we’re how many hours in and still going at it. Heck, we didn’t even set a win condition…’ Hannah thought. “Not… exactly… but we’ll make it work!...” Hannah grunted as the muscles on her left side expanded and surged with power to match Stacey.

“AAAAGHHHNNN!!!” They groaned, intelligible words failing them as the roommates tried to outpower each other. Right arms flailed haplessly as they strained. Desperate for anything to brace themselves against, the girls clasped their arms along each other’s backs, hands grasping their rival’s straining left trapezius muscle. Feigning a need to readjust, they both shoved their torsos inward and slapped around the general area until they found each other’s quivering, massive deltoids. They both gave each other’s muscle a little squeeze before returning to nestle their hands on their opponent’s shaking traps. Their nipples pulsed slightly as they shoved their breasts further together, but not nearly enough to divert their attention away from the titanic struggle their left arms were locked in.

“How are you... holding up… Big girl?...” Stacey grunted, her left arm struggling to withstand Hannah’s power.

“Hangin’ in there… how ‘bout you… Big gal?...” Hannah grunted back, her left arm struggling just as much against Stacey’s strength.

“Me too… This is brutal, Hannah.” Stacey told her roommate, groaning.

“It is, but that’s the best part… Isn’t it, Stacey?” Hannah responded with a groan of her own. “Knowing that we’re both struggling… both being pushed to our limit…”

“Naturally, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Stacey gave her roommate a wolfish grin that was quickly returned by the redhead. “How about we find that limit together, Cowgirl.”

“I’ll gladly go there with you, Princess.” Hannah replied.

At thirty-five minutes in, they gripped each other’s traps tightly during a particularly hard push. Immediately, they felt slight relief in their ailing muscles. Slowly they each squeezed again and, satisfied their rival responded in kind, continued to massage away the soreness in those muscles.

“I know why you’re doin’ that, Hightower.” Hannah stated in her ever-prevalent southern drawl.

“Same reason you are, Greenville.” Stacey replied in her ever-present air of high society.

“We want this to last…” Hannah growled while sending her roommate a challenging grin. “Ain’t that right, Princess?”

“Oh yeah… This is our last chance to defeat one another tonight, Cowgirl… We might as well enjoy ourselves…” Stacey growled back, returning Hannah’s grin.

“Oh I’m gonna… I plan on pushing that bulky body of yours to the point of exhaustion…” Hannah flashed her large canines at her rival.

Stacey flashed her fangs back at her rival. “Took the words right out of my mouth… I’ll have you crying out against me, just like earlier…”

“If it’s just like earlier, you’ll be crying out against me too…” Hannah pointed out.

“I never said I wouldn’t be. I don’t have to win to beat you…” Stacey growled. “I already know it’s going to take every bit of my strength to take you down, Hannah.”

“Just like it’s going to take every ounce of mine to finish you off, Stacey.” Hannah growled back.

At the forty-five minute mark, they allowed their right hands to travel once again to their opposing deltoids and massaged those muscles as well.

“Th… thank you…” Stacey sighed in relief. ‘My arm is on fire… But I’ll keep resisting as long as she does.’

“No… th… thank you…” Hannah sighed as well. ‘I know the pain you’re in Stacey because I’m feeling it too… Still, I’ll keep going as long as you do.’

Struggling in solidarity, they pushed once more, digging deep within their cores. Their arms remained deadlocked, but the force began to teeter them to their lefts. Slowly, their right legs elevated as they each gradually pushed their rival off the perch she had on her left leg. As their butts hit the bed, they slightly bounced, once again face to face. They now had their right legs draped over each other’s left. While their legs were scissoring, however, there still remained around a few inches between their enlarged clits. Their nipples, on the other hand, bounced and slapped together before the girls shoved their chests together to resume their intense contest. Even as their nipples pressed together and dribbled milky liquid, they continued to challenge each other’s left arms with all their strength, refusing to acknowledge the building arousal in their chests and clits lest they succumb to their rival’s overwhelming might.

“RAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” They let out bestial roars as they locked eyes and butted their foreheads together. They strained, they struggled, they suffered as one. All Hannah could see was Stacey and all Stacey could see was Hannah. Their rival was monopolizing all of their effort, all of their focus, all of their strength. So close was their battle that the girls thought any loss of concentration on their roommate would lead to certain defeat. Their right hands clawed at each other’s backs, leaving red streaks. Their left arms shook rapidly as they began to fail. ‘This is it…’ they both thought, ‘I’m going to lose!!! I need more leverage!’ In fear of being overpowered, the warring amazons began to wrap their legs around each other’s torsos. They were in such anguish that they didn’t even care when they felt their rival’s chin touch their own, breaking their deal set earlier about not touching mouths again.

‘SHE’S SO STRONG!!! TOO STRONG!!! MY ARM… STRUGGLING TO MATCH HERS!!!’ Stacey cried internally. Her lips pressed against Hannah’s, their teeth clacking as they grunted and groaned into each other. The blonde felt Hannah wrapping her legs around her lower back as Stacey was doing the same to the redhead. ‘THIS FUCKING MONSTER!!! IS SHE SENSING MY WEAKNESS? OR IS SHE JUST AS DESPERATE AS I AM?!’

‘SHE’S SO STRONG!!! TOO STRONG!!! MY ARM… BARELY ENOUGH TO MATCH HERS!!!’ Hannah cried internally. Her lips pressed against Stacey’s, their teeth clacking as they grunted and groaned into each other. The redhead felt Stacey wrapping her legs around her lower back as Hannah was doing the same to the blonde. ‘THIS FUCKING BEAST!!! IS SHE TRYING TO FINISH ME OFF? OR IS SHE JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE LIKE I AM?!’

“GU… GU… GUAAAAAH!” They choked out at the same time, pushing so hard they could barely breathe. Their clawing hands found purchase on each other’s upper backs. Then, with their right arms and powerful legs, they squeezed their muscular bodies together. They could feel the heat radiating off their opponent’s thinly veiled nether regions, but still they squeezed, each girl taking care to not bring their pelvises any closer than they already were. Sweat poured down their faces, eyes closed in concentration. They each took a deep breath and continued to pour their strength into one another, arms shaking with more intensity.

“ANNNGHHH” Stacey groaned, not caring how her mouth pressed against and moved in unison with Hannah’s as she let out a groan of her own. ‘WAS THIS HER PLAN ALL ALONG?! WEAR ME DOWN AND THEN CRUSH ME WITH HER BIG BODY?! WE’RE TWISTED TIGHTER THAN A PRETZEL!!! CAN’T… ESCAPE…!!!’ Stacey thought in desperation. ‘NO! I NEED TO BE BIGGER THEN! STRONGER THEN! OUTCRUSH HER!!!’

“ANNNGHHH” Hannah groaned, not caring how her mouth pressed against and moved in unison with Stacey’s as she let out a groan of her own. ‘WAS THIS HER PLAN ALL ALONG?! WEAR ME DOWN AND THEN CRUSH ME WITH HER BIG BODY?! WE’RE TWISTED TIGHTER THAN A PRETZEL!!! CAN’T… ESCAPE…!!!’ Hannah thought in desperation. ‘NO! I NEED TO BE BIGGER THEN! STRONGER THEN! OUTCRUSH HER!!!’

Trying to follow through on their promises to themselves, the girls flexed as hard as they could in an attempt to enlarge every muscle in their bodies to their maximum size. Chiseled abs tightened and rubbed together, powerful pectorals crushed their smashed breasts even closer together, bulging biceps grew against muscled backs, quads expanded and squeezed each other’s torsos even tighter, neck muscles strained as they shoved their faces together in an attempt to push each other’s heads back, and glutes hardened, pushing their clits a hair’s breadth apart.

Rationality left them an hour and ten minutes in, as each girl was convinced that her muscular rival was winning their mutually destructive squeeze. The only option they had left was to crush the girl they were trapped against lest they be crushed themselves. Their left arms, hands still laced but barely putting up a fight anymore, sat perched atop their heads, too weak to remain standing on their own. Finally, the weakened appendages slipped apart as their weary, sweat slicked hands lost their grip. Seeing as they were too weak to lift their arms to find each other again, they settled on wrapping them around the back of each other’s necks, each securing a headlock.

‘THE ARMWRESTLE IS DONE, BUT SHE’S NOT LETTING GO!!! DOES SHE THINK THIS IS HER CHANCE TO WIN?!’ Stacey wondered. ‘IF I LET GO, SHE’LL JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE AND FINISH ME OFF!!! I HAVE NO CHOICE… I NEED TO SQUEEZE HARDER!!!’ she decided.

‘THE ARMWRESTLE IS DONE, BUT SHE’S NOT LETTING GO!!! DOES SHE THINK THIS IS HER CHANCE TO WIN?!’ Hannah wondered. ‘IF I LET GO, SHE’LL JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE AND FINISH ME OFF!!! I HAVE NO CHOICE… I NEED TO SQUEEZE HARDER!!!’ she decided.

“I’M… BIGGER…” Stacey rasped into Hannah’s mouth. ‘NEED TO INTIMIDATE HER… MAKE HER THINK SHE’S NOT WINNING…’ The blonde and redhead tightened their respective squeezes.

“NO… I’M BIGGER…” Hannah rasped back into Stacey’s mouth. ‘I CAN’T LET HER THINK SHE’S WINNING… NEED TO INTIMIDATE HER…’ The two roommates flexed their bodies even more. The redhead felt blonde’s pecs and abs grow against hers, the muscles battling for the nonexistent space between their tangled bodies. ‘OUR BODIES… SO CLOSE… NEITHER OF US CAN FLEX TO FULL SIZE…’ the cowgirl noted. “FEEL… MY POWER…” Hannah huffed into Stacey as their muscles trembled together.

“FEEL… MINE…” Stacey huffed back into Hannah as she matched the redhead’s every move. Their muscles quivered, neither girl’s able to push the other’s back. ‘WE’RE TANGLED… TOO TIGHT… OUR MUSCLES WON’T LET EACH OTHER FULLY FLEX…’ the heiress realized.

The roommates’ bodies shook as they tried to out flex each other in their knotted state, all the while moaning into each other’s mouths. Each girl was convinced that she was losing and was doing all she could to hold off her muscular rival. On and on they pressed together, moaning getting louder and shaking getting more rapid. Then, together, just as their muscles began to fail them, they shouted, “OH FUCK!... YOU’RE TOO BIG!!!...” It was then that they realized that they were both losing, or both winning, depending on how they chose to look at it. The two girls opened their eyes in shock, then relief washed over their expressions as they let out deep, husky chuckles against each other that developed into hysterical laughter.

“YOU THOUGHT… *snickers*… THAT YOU WERE LOSING?!...” Stacey laughed. ‘What a fucking relief! We were both so desperate we never considered that maybe the other was feeling the same way.’ The blonde and redhead temporarily loosened their squeezes with their new revelation.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE… *snickers*… THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE LOSING!...” Hannah laughed. ‘I’m so fucking relieved! We were both so wrapped up in our own struggles that we couldn’t see the other was struggling as well.’ Hannah and Stacey kept their mouths together despite the temporary truce.

“WELL, YOU LATCHED ON… *chuckles*… TO ME SO TIGHTLY… I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO FINISH ME OFF!...” Hannah admitted. “I GUESS I HADN’T CONSIDERED WE KNOTTED OURSELVES TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME…”

“I THOUGHT THE SAME… *chuckles*… ONCE WE TIED AT ARM WRESTLING, NEITHER OF US LET GO… I ASSUMED YOU WERE TRYING TO FINISH ME OFF… SO I DID THE SAME…” Stacey told the redhead.

The girls used the brief respite to catch their breath, but neither moved to separate their warring bodies. Their tangled limbs loosened enough to allow them to breathe more fully. The weary rivals inhaled and exhaled into each other’s open mouths.

‘Are we really just done? We were so close to finishing each other off… After all of that, I want to finish what we started…’ Stacey thought in frustration. ‘Still, she hasn’t pulled away yet. Not even her mouth… Maybe there’s some hope here after all.’

‘We can’t be done, right? We were both so close to finishing each other, too… We just fought for over an hour and this is how it ends? I want to finish what we started…’ Hannah thought in frustration. ‘We’re still locked together though… We haven’t even pulled our mouths apart. Maybe there’s some hope here after all.’

“So…” they began together before breaking into a fit of giggles. “I was thinking…” they started again, stopping to chuckle once they realized they were speaking in unison again. Stacey gave Hannah’s back a few taps, signaling for the redhead to speak first.

“Ahem… So… That was a thing.” Hannah stated. ‘I just need to feel her out, see where her head’s at.’

“It was… I felt you trying to out flex me...” Stacey replied, giving her muscles a generous flex and was satisfied to find that Hannah was doing the same. ‘I want to talk about it… If we talk about it, maybe we’ll agree to finish it…’

“I felt you trying to do the same… We’re wrapped up so tight that neither of us can fully flex.” Hannah responded, maintaining her flexed state against Stacey’s, their abs and pecs shook as they pressed together. ‘She’s flexing back… Does that mean she wants to keep going with our impromptu squeeze war?’

“Your pecs are so big… Fuck…” Stacey heard herself say as they began to flex them together in rhythm. ‘So big… Hannah… That’s it… let’s pound our pecs together… Hnnnng…’ Stacey thought as she felt her loins grow warmer. ‘What am I doing? Ugh… At least she’s doing it too…’

“Fuck… So are yours…” Hannah responded quicker than she would have liked as they continued to expand and compress their pecs together in unison. ‘So big… Stacey… let’s pound our pecs together… Hnnnng…’ Hannah thought as she felt her loins grow warmer. ‘What am I doing? Ugh… At least she’s doing it too…’

“Do you think… we’re the same size?...” Stacey asked, her mouth involuntarily tilting up into a grin. ‘I can feel her chest muscles even through her breasts. This girl is huge…’ She felt Hannah’s mouth curve into a grin as well.

“It sure… feels like it…” Hannah smiled against Stacey for reasons unbeknownst to herself. ‘It’s amazing how I can feel her chest muscles through her breasts. This gal is huge…’ Hannah took a moment before saying, “Still… I reckon’ I can finish you off...” in a competitive tone. ‘She’s been up for every challenge, matching me muscle for muscle. She’ll take the bait and we’ll be able to end this properly. We’ve already nearly finished each other off once already. I know she can squeeze me into submission, but I won’t let her do it before I do the same to her…’

“Yeah?...Because I’m pretty sure I can take you down…” Stacey responded cockily, matching Hannah’s competitive spirit. The girls let out deep, raspy groans directly into each other’s mouths. ‘We were both so close to losing. I know she can crush me into defeat, but I won’t let her do it before I do the same to her. ’

“Good… Keep that confidence. They say one’s pride is greatest before the fall, big gal…” Hannah mumbled. ‘You’re loving the challenge too, aren’t you Stacey?’

“Good… Afterall, your pride is so high right now that you must be fated for defeat, big girl...” Stacey mumbled back. ‘You’re loving the challenge just as much as I am, aren’t you Hannah?’

“I can feel you smiling…” Hannah pointed out. Her mouth and the blonde’s had been plastered together since their impromptu squeeze war began. “You really are having fun, aren’t you?”

“I am…” Stacey answered. “And judging from your smile, you’re having just as much fun as I am.” The two girls shared a quiet moment, each lost in their thoughts.

‘We could have pulled our mouths away from each other during this break, yet we haven’t.’ Hannah nudged her chin against Stacey’s. ‘There’s no animosity this time though…’

Stacey nudged her chin against Hannah’s in response. ‘Why haven’t we pulled away? We barely even registered being this close until just now.’ She pondered their situation. ‘It’s almost second nature for us to align mouths…’

As they sat and thought, the girls felt the pressure in their nipples building once again as they unleashed another burst of milky liquid between their smashed chests. They moaned deeply into each other and suddenly came to a realization. They were using their mouths as receptors, a source for extracting the fruits of their labor. In this case, the fruits of their labor were the grunts, groans, and moans of their muscular rival.

‘As two untrusting individuals, of course we’d want confirmation that the other isn’t deceiving us. That we are truly giving each other our all…’ Hannah thought, her blue eyes widening as she stared back into Stacey’s green ones. ‘Every cry, grunt, groan… it’s affirmation that this bond between us is real…’

Stacey was having similar thoughts, ‘We’re each other’s first real friends… I suppose it seems too good to be true for both of us. We both want proof that the other is giving everything she’s got…’ Stacey’s green eyes widened as she stared back into Hannah’s blue ones. ‘Every scream, growl, moan… it’s confirmation that this bond between us is real…’

“Stacey, I’m giving you my all.” Hannah spoke gently against Stacey’s mouth, knowing what the blonde needed to hear. ‘Heck, I’d be guarded if I was her as well. I’m sure there’s no shortage of people trying to get close to the Hightower family just for a piece of their fortune.’

“And I’m giving you mine, Hannah.” Stacey spoke back, giving the redhead needed affirmation as well. ‘From her perspective, I can see why she’s so guarded. I’m the heiress to a huge construction firm and she’s the daughter of a family with vast amounts of farmland. I’m sure people have tried to get close to her family just to make offers on their land.’

“You know… I’m not sure I’ve EVER had this much fun before.” Hannah grinned, feeling Stacey’s smile growing along with her own. “With you I can just completely let myself go. It’s like…” Hannah stopped to think of the word she was searching for.

“…Freedom?” Stacey finished Hannah’s thought. “I feel the same way. Being able to use our big bodies to their fullest… It’s liberating, isn’t it?”

“Exactly! We don’t even have to worry about hurting each other, well permanently at least.” Hannah chuckled, knowing that she and the blonde would be very sore the next few days. “And your endurance is astounding! We’ve been competing all day and you’re always up for another round.”

“I could say the same about you. You just keep throwing your big body against mine again and again without rest.” Stacey stated. “You really do like to compete, don’t you?”

“I mean, I’ve never had anybody to compete with before I met you…” Hannah patted Stacey on the back. “I’ve gotta say, you’ve really opened my eyes to a whole new side of me…” The redhead told the blonde.

“I get what you’re saying… I never had anybody to compete with either.” Stacey explained to Hannah. “Now that we’ve found each other, however, it’s awoken a competitive side of me that I never knew I had.”

“Do you think it’s because we’re so similar? Strength-wise that is…” Hannah questioned.

“That’s why we’re drawn together, why we keep coming at each other over and over again, isn’t it?” Stacey answered Hannah’s question with one of her own.

“If either of us had won, we’d have lost interest in each other.” Hannah admitted. “Being so equal though, the not knowing if our stalemate will be broken at any given moment, if we can break it at all… It’s so…”

“So intriguing? Entertaining? Enjoyable?” Stacey tried to finish Hannah’s sentence.

“I think it’s a bit of all of those.” Hannah replied. “We’re definitely curious about one another. We’re both having a ton of fun. And well, we can’t say we’re not enjoying competing with each other, Stacey. Heck, we already planned out a contest for tomorrow!”

“Heh, I guess you’re right.” Stacey’s cheeks were dusted red. “Before tomorrow’s contest, let’s head to the strip mall across campus. There’s a sports store there. We can pick up some equipment and, more importantly, a few mouthguards.” Stacey’s cheeks reddened even more.

“More importantly?...” Hannah look puzzled. ‘Why would we need mouth guards? Unless…’ Hannah’s cheeks turned even a darker shade of red. “I thought we agreed to not do this anymore?” Hannah then turned her mouth against Stacey’s, who quickly turned hers as well until their right canines were touching. As an added bonus, the girls could now whisper in each other’s right ears.

“Do you really think we can avoid each other with these big things?” Stacey asked as they rocked their heads up and down, rubbing their large eye teeth together. “You’re like a fucking sabretooth tiger…” She whispered, voice deep and husky.

“So are you…” Hannah whispered back, voice equally deep and husky. “It’s not like we’re kissing or something.” She tried to reason.

“Nope…” Stacey said softly. “We’re just two huge, impossibly equal rivals locked in a desperate struggle.”

“Exactly…” Hannah whimpered. “So impossibly equal that we both try to look for any way to break our stalemate.” The redhead felt her rock hard nipples shaking against the blonde’s. She even felt her clit becoming harder, the love nub growing another half inch in size.

“Yeah…” Stacey whimpered. “And with both of us having equally large mouths with equally massive canines, it’s only natural that when the rest of our body is occupied in muscular struggle we’d attack each other with the only weapons we have left…” The blonde felt her rock hard nipples shaking against the redhead’s. She even felt her clit becoming harder, the love nub growing another half inch in size.

“Hnnng… yup…” Hannah stammered. “Fighting, clashing, glancing, huffing, wheezing, groaning together…”

“Hnnng… yeah…” Stacey stammered. “Rubbing, grinding, tapping, panting, gasping, moaning together…”

“Ughn…” Hannah moaned. ‘Filling each other’s lungs with our screams…’

“Ughn…” Stacey moaned. ‘Feeling each other’s desperate cries reverberate between our mouths…’

The roommates pulled their heads back to get a look at each other’s faces. Each of their cheeks were bright crimson and their pupils were blown-out, the girls were clearly aroused from their exchange of words. Both rivals were too consumed in their own arousal to notice or care, however. They instead zeroed on each other’s panting, snarling mouths, flashing their canines at each other, daring the other to approach their own awaiting maw. Their clits strained against the thin fabric of their shorts, causing both girls’ lower bodies to squirm in order to find a more comfortable position. Once settled, their clits were only an inch apart. Had either combatant known, they would have backed away immediately, but as things stood, their massive breasts blocked all visibility to their nether regions.

“You’re right… It’s unavoidable…” Hannah panted.

“Inevitable…” Stacey panted.

The girls then bared their fangs and shot their heads forward. They aggressively shoved their teeth and lips together, using just enough force to avoid causing each other pain. They dropped all pretenses that they were unwilling participants and instead rubbed their teeth and canines together to their heart’s content, battle-crazed from hours of fighting, the roommates went at each other like feral wildcats. As they tried to bite down on each other’s mouths they were blocked by equally large teeth.

‘Graaah!!! Just let me bite down! Claim that big fucking mouth of yours!’ Hannah thought as she and Stacey angled their heads and tried to seal the other’s mouth with their own.

‘Graaah!!! Just let me bite down! Claim that big fucking mouth of yours!’ Stacey thought as she and Hannah angled their heads and tried to seal the other’s mouth with their own.

‘We’re fucking feral! This is what wild animals do!’ Hannah caught Stacey’s left canine with her own. ‘Well then, come on you Lioness!!! Let’s lock fangs!!!’

‘We’re fucking feral! This is what wild animals do!’ Stacey caught Hannah’s left canine with her own. ‘Well then, come on you tigress!!! Let’s lock fangs!!!’

“GRRUUUUH!!! *HUFF* *HUFF* *HUFF*” The rivals locked canines and panted against each other’s ears. “EVEN AT THIS… *HUFF* *HUFF*… WE’RE EVENLY MATCHED…” They groaned in unison, sending shivers down both of their spines. The girls tilted their heads upwards slightly, causing the tips of their left canines to slot together and become interlocked. Panicked they tried to pull away sideways, but found they had become lodged together.

“OH FUCK!!!... STACEY /// HANNAH!!!... I’M STUCK!!!...” the roommates shouted. They tried to split apart again, but were once gain stopped by the gentle tug of each other’s locked teeth. “AAHHH!!!... *GASP*… AHHH!!!...” Hannah and Stacey took panicked breaths, the rate of which increasing every passing second.

‘We’re stuck, we’re stuck, we’re stuck!!!’ Desperate thoughts ran through their minds, the two girls unable to think clearly. “HANNAH /// STACEY!!!... LET GO!!!” They cried together. “AHHH… *HUFF* *HUFF*… AHHH!!!...”

“HOW?!... HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!...” Stacey gasped. ‘I don’t know what to do!’

“I DON’T KNOW!!!... HOW?!...” Hannah gasped. ‘I don’t know what to do!’

“OKAY… OKAY… OKAY… FUCK!!!... WE NEED TO CALM DOWN…” Stacey cried, trying to convince both herself and Hannah.

“YOU’RE RIGHT… YOU’RE RIGHT… YOU’RE RIGHT… WE NEED TO CALM DOWN…” Hannah echoed, trying to soothe the both of them.

“NO PAIN… *HUFF* *HUFF*… JUST STUCK…” Stacey panted.

“OUR BIG CANINES… *HUFF* *HUFF*… ARE LOCKED TOGETHER…” Hannah panted.

The girls felt their nipples press together even more, the thought of their oversized eye teeth being locked together arousing the two females even further. “OH FUCK!!!... HANNAH /// STACEY!!!...” The girls stared into each other’s left eyes.

“HOW DID WE… *HUFF*… GET IN THIS SITUATION?... LET’S WORK BACKWARDS…” Stacey suggested.

“WE WERE… *HUFF*… RUBBING CANINES LIKE TWO BATTLE CRAZED BEASTS…” Hannah began.

“THEN WE… *HUFF*… TILTED OUR HEADS UP AND THEY GOT LODGED TOGETHER…” Stacey continued.

“SO THEN… LET’S JUST TILT BACK DOWNWARDS…” Hannah advised.

“GOOD IDEA...” Stacey agreed as they attempted to tilt their heads downward, but found resistance.

“WHY DIDN’T THAT WORK?!...” Hannah yelled in frustration.

“HOW WOULD I KNOW?!...” Stacey yelled back, equally frustrated.

“DO WE… *HUFF*… CALL FOR HELP?...” Hannah asked, unsure.

“AND HOW… *HUFF*… WOULD WE EXPLAIN THIS?...” Stacey responded.

“GOOD POINT… WE KNOW WHY OUR MOUTHS ARE TOGETHER… BUT FROM AN OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE… *HUFF* *HUFF*… MY FAMILY WOULD HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY I’M MOUTH TO MOUTH WITH A GIRL… MIGHT EVEN PULL ME OUT OF THE UNIVERSITY…” Hannah realized.

“MY FAMILY… *HUFF* *HUFF*… WOULD NOT BE OKAY WITH THIS… IMAGINE THE TABLOIDS… STACEY HIGHTOWER… CAUGHT LOCKING MOUTHS WITH HER NEW FEMALE ROOMMATE… THEY’D DISOWN ME…” Stacey explained.

The girls took a moment to collect themselves, the only noise in the room being the sounds of their rapid breathing.

“I THINK… I THINK WE LOCKED AND THEN PULLED SIDEWAYS…” Hannah thought aloud.

“OKAY THEN… WE PUSH AND TILT OUR HEADS DOWNWARDS…” Stacey decided.

The girls pushed their mouths towards one another and then tilted downwards, the canines sliding apart like two links in a metal brain teaser puzzle. The two girls quickly pulled their faces apart, gasping in relief. Each girl ran her tongue along her large eye tooth to assess for damage, and thankfully found none.

“WHAT… THE… FUCK…” Stacey panted, staring at Hannah’s canine in shock.

“WHAT THE FUCK… IS… RIGHT…” Hannah panted, staring at Stacey’s canine in equal shock.

“WE JUST… LITERALLY… LOCKED FANGS…” Stacey concluded.

“WE MAY BE… THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE… IN THE WORLD… THAT CAN FUCKING… DO THAT…” Hannah huffed.

“AND SOMEHOW… WE’RE FUCKING… ROOMMATES…” Stacey huffed.

“NOT JUST ROOMMATES… WE’RE FUCKING… EQUALLY MUSCULAR RIVALS…” Hannah huffed.

“FORCED TO GO MOUTH TO MOUTH…” Stacey panted.

“SINCE WE CAN’T OVERPOWER EACH OTHER…” Hannah panted.

The two powerful roommates spent the next several minutes catching their breath and staring at one another, each plotting her next move against the girl who, for the past several hours, had proven to be her equal in every way they tried.

“That was… scary…” Stacey reminded the redhead.

“Yeah… but at least we know… how to get out of it now…” Hannah exhaled in exhaustion.

The two exhausted women stared at each other’s mouths for several minutes while their bodies recuperated. The memories of their locked canines filled their minds. The feeling of their proud, large eye teeth being matched by another’s sent tingles throughout their bodies. The girls’ faces flushed at the thought of being locked mouth to mouth with their rival while their bodies struggled against one another.

“Wanna do it again?” they asked each other huskily, minds hazy with lust.

“Uh, sure…” they responded to one another, barely registering that they had asked the question themselves. Their excitement grew as they felt their pulses pounding all the way up to their ears. Slowly, they brought their mouths together and interlocked their left canines once again. In unison they pulled them against each other, ensuring they were in fact stuck together. Then, once satisfied, they released one another’s canines.

“I wonder if our right ones can do the same thing…” Hannah pondered aloud, face cherry red and voice deep and husky.

“We should find out…” Stacey responded, face equally red and voice equally deep and husky.

The girls then shifted their mouths so their right canines could meet. The eye teeth interlocked and separated just as easily as the left ones.

‘Wh… what am I doing?...’ Stacey thought. ‘I need a reason for this… but what?...’

‘Wh… what am I doing?...’ Hannah thought. ‘I need a reason for this… but what?...’

“Uh… yup… we definitely need mouthguards…” Stacey muttered. ‘Nice save!’

“Y… yeah… w… wouldn’t want that happening again!…” Hannah stumbled over her words. ‘Thank goodness Stacey came up with a good excuse!’

“Of… of course not!... Only lesbians would want to lock their mouths together like that.” Stacey reasoned.

“R… right? And it’s not like either of us is a lesbian…” Hannah agreed.

“So, want to go to the store tomorrow?” Stacey asked, changing the subject. “Assuming we can walk tomorrow morning after all of this, that is.”

“Yeah, I think I have enough money left over from my loan to buy some stuff…” Hannah responded. “Unless the sports store in the village uses our dining plus plan for small purchases.” Hannah thought aloud, figuring out what she could spare.

“My treat!” Stacey shouted a bit too quickly. “I mean, my family more money than we know what to do with. Just look at this gym… A Hightower typically only uses this place once or twice a decade… Besides, they’ll like that I’m doing something ‘upper class and girly’ for a change, like a shopping spree. I was always a bit of a tomboy. It drove them crazy.”

“I’m not sure buying mouthguards so that you and another tomboy can engage in a fully body, muscular war of attrition qualifies as an ‘upper class and girly’ shopping spree…” Hannah felt her and Stacey’s abs ripple against each other as the girls giggled huskily. “But thanks! As long as you’re sure I’m not imposing… a shopping spree sounds fun. Especially since we’re buying things that’ll help us pummel each other later…” Hannah said mischievously.

“You’re not imposing at all. I like that I actually have a friend to do something nice for.” Stacey explained. “Besides, it’s for me too. I can’t exactly compete with you if we aren’t both decked out in the same gear. Remember, we’re keeping things even between us until we figure out who’s stronger!”

“Friend… It’s going to take me awhile to get used to that. I like having a friend too though.” Hannah smiled at Stacey. “And it makes sense that we’d be using the same gear. I’d rather collapse with you a thousand times than one of us win because somebody managed to get a better grip on the other from clothes or gloves or something…”

“Me too, that’s what makes us perfect rivals. I’d rather fall with you over and over again than one of us win due to an advantage, no matter how small.” Stacey agreed.

“The question is… how does this end tonight, Hightower?” Hannah rose an eyebrow at the blonde.

“Just look at us, Greenville.” Stacey motioned for Hannah to look at their tangled bodies with her eyes. “We’re coiled together like two anacondas, ready to crush each other. The real question is, which of us is the predator and which is the prey?” The blonde flashed her fangs menacingly at the redhead.

“What if we’re both predators?…” Hannah returned Stacey’s menacing snarl.

“Then we’re each other’s prey…” Stacey growled.

The roommates snarled, their breathing quickening as they prepared themselves for the war to come. They eyed each other’s canines, each preparing herself to meet her rival in toothy conflict should she strike out. Like two magnets they inched their mouths together until their teeth were centimeters apart. Staring into each other’s eyes, lips touching, teeth barely separated they growled and panted against each other’s mouths, tempting the other to close the distance.

“… And prey gets devoured…” They huffed together, their breath passing into their rival’s mouth.

With that, the girls’ mouths drifted forward once more until their teeth clinked together. They held their position as they felt their nipples throb against one another. Quiet moans escaped their lips, snarls slightly opening to say, “Just try it… I’ll block you…” The girls moaned again, this time deeper, ‘Oh fuck… We’re about to mouth wrassle again, aren’t we?...// Oh fuck… We’re about to mouth wrestle again, aren’t we?...’ they both thought.

‘Make a move, Hannah… I fucking dare you… I’m not afraid to rub canines with you!’ Stacey thought to herself.

‘Make a move, Stacey… I fucking dare you… I’m not afraid to rub canines with you!’ Hannah thought to herself.

“You trying to start another bite fight, Greenville // Hightower?” they taunted each other. The roommates let out a frustrated growl at the realization they both spoke at the same time.

“You know any mouth wrasslin’ between us is gonna end in a draw, Stacey. We’ll end up with our massive canines wrapped around each other…” Hannah muttered.

“You think I don’t already know that, Hannah? Mouth wrestling you is like fighting a mirror.” Stacey muttered back.

“Wrestling with you, period, is like fighting a mirror…” Hannah continued.

“Good thing we have four years to figure out who shatters who…” Stacey went on.

“I’ll gladly shatter if it means you’re shattering beside me, Hightower…” Hannah moaned huskily.

“Even if you manage to shatter me, I’ll make sure you shatter as well, Greenville…” Stacey moaned huskily alongside her roommate.

“I’ll never let you win, you muscular tomboy…” they groaned deeply together.

With that the girls tightened their arms around each other, finally resuming their body war.

“Oooof!!! Press tighter!!!” they cried, crushing their breasts, heads, and abs together.

Then they flexed their quads and squeezed their legs, locking their ankles to get maximum power. Both girls were careful to keep their butts planted firmly on each other’s legs, aware that their clits were already far too close for comfort. The shaking and bulging of their quads only added to their arousal, however.

“Oh fuck!!!” they screamed as their sides and inner thighs were crushed by each other’s legs.

“Squeeze with me, Hannah!!!!!!!!” Stacey yelled, their combined power smashing their bodies closer than ever before.

“Squash your body against mine, Stacey!!!!!!!!” Hannah yelled, their combined strength crushing their muscles together tighter than either thought possible.

“Those fucking quads! I want to go quad to quad with you!!!” Stacey groaned.

“I want to fight your huge calves with my own!!!” Hannah moaned.

“FUCK… WE’RE SO TIGHT… HA… HANNAH!!!...” Stacey forced out, body squished against Hannah’s. The compression on their chests limited their breathing as the girls panted against each other’s mouths, desperate for air.

“WE’RE… FUCKING CRUSHING EACH OTHER… ST… STACEY!!!...” Hannah choked out, her body tightly compressed against Stacey’s.

“BRING IT… RED!!!...” Stacey cried, somehow willing even more power to her arms and legs.

“YOU TOO… BLONDIE!!!...” Hannah cried, also willing more power to her arms and legs.

“FWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” the roommates bellowed into each other as the oxygen was forced out of their lungs from their ever-tightening bearhug. The two girls’ mouths clashed, opening and closing, as they fought for the air between their joined mouths. The two eventually fell into mutual compromise, each taking shallow breaths against each other.

“YOU’RE… SO… BIIIIG!!!” the girls whimpered as the continued to pile on the power. Their nipples, still tip to tip, quivered as they engaged in a pressing war of their own.

“I’M GOING TO… CRUSH YOU… STACEY!!!” Hannah screamed as their flesh molded to each other.

“NOT IF I… CRUSH YOU FIRST… HANNAH!!!” Stacey screamed back as they each flexed their muscular bodies against each other.

The girls closed their eyes in concentration, searching for any signs of imbalance in their bodies, but finding none.

“GAAAAH… OUR BODIES… IT’S LIKE WE’VE BEEN TRAINING… TO DO THIS!!!… GUUUUUH…” Stacey groaned between bursts of exertion.

“GAAAAH… WE WERE… JUST WITHOUT KNOWING IT!!!… GUUUUUH…” Hannah groaned between bursts of exertion.

“HANNAH… GRUUUUH… LET’S CANCEL THE BET…” Stacey growled.

“H… HUH?!... BUT WHAT ABOUT THE ROOM?...” Hannah moaned.

“OH… WE’LL STILL BE FIGHTING OVER THE ROOM… BUT WITHOUT THE DESPERATION OF BEING KICKED OUT OF THE DORM…” Stacey explained.

“I GET WHAT YOU’RE SAYING… THAT WAY WE CAN FOCUS ON EACH OTHER…” Hannah elaborated.

“EXACTLY… BESIDES… AFTER TODAY… I COULDN’T IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE WE’RE NOT ROOMMATES!!!…” Stacey huffed as she piled on more power.

“NEITHER CAN I… AS ROOMMATES… WE CAN CHALLENGE EACH OTHER WHENEVER WE WANT!!!…” Hannah puffed as she squeezed even harder.

The girls’ clits twitched and their pussies began to moisten at Hannah’s words. They let out throaty moans of arousal masked as ‘effort.’ Their mouths opened and slid along each other until their right canines collided as the girls fought to control their lust.

“FFFF… FWWAAAAAHHHH… HANNAH // STACEY!!!...” the roommates cried together.

“CAREFUL… OR WE’LL LOCK CANINES AGAIN… STACEY....” Hannah growled and shoved her canine against Stacey’s. ‘I don’t think I can squeeze my arms any harder… We’re plastered together!!!... Time to use my legs some more… Just gotta be careful…’

“WHY DON’T YOU… FOLLOW YOUR OWN ADVICE… HANNAH…” Stacey growled and shoved her canine against Hannah’s. ‘We’re so close!!!... I can’t hug her any harder… I need to get my legs more involved… Just have to be careful…’

“COULDN’T… JUST BE STRONG… YOU HAD TO BE TOUGH AS STEEL… TOO… HUH?...” Hannah panted in exasperation. She locked her ankles tighter, preparing to tighten her scissor hold.

“I COULD… SAY THE SAME… ABOUT YOU…” Stacey panted in exhaustion. She also locked her ankles tighter, preparing to tighten her own scissor hold.

“STACEY… THIS IS… SO TIGHT…” Hannah wheezed. “WE MIGHT AS WELL BE… ONE BIG KNOT…”

“WE AREN’T… GETTING ANYWHERE… HANNAH…” Stacey wheezed back. “I’VE NEVER FELT… SO STRONG… YET AT THE SAME TIME… SO HOPELESS…”


“I GET… WHAT YOU MEAN… WE’RE PERFECTLY COUNTERING… EACH OTHER…” Hannah gasped.

“OUR UPPER BODIES… ARE STALEMATED…” Stacey groaned.

“JUST LIKE WE… EXPECTED…” Hannah groaned back.

The roommates rubbed their sharp canines more aggressively, desperation and exhaustion taking over the last of their bits of their restraint. Amidst the shoving, they slightly raised their heads up once more to hook their large eye teeth.

“YOU’RE… LOVING THIS… AREN’T YOU?!...” Stacey asked Hannah in between animalistic roars of effort.

“YEAH… AREN’T YOU… LOVING IT TOO?!...” Hannah asked back between similar roars of effort.

“OF COURSE… I WONDER IF WE’D STILL… BE FIGHTING… IF WE DIDN’T BECOME FRIENDS…” Stacey wondered aloud.

“WITH HOW STUBBORN WE ARE… WE’D PROBABLY END UP JUST LIKE THIS… ONLY WITH MORE BRUISES… MORE BITING…” Hannah quickly responded.

Using Hannah’s mention of biting as an invitation, Stacey and her roommate released each other’s canines and tilted their heads to the right, each trying to engulf the other’s mouth with her own and clamp down. Unsurprisingly, neither girl was able to do so they settled on awkwardly shoving their open mouths together diagonally, creating a narrow cavern for both of their tongues to reside.

As they both moved to say “LIKE THIS…”, the tops of their tongues collided. Each girl recoiled her tongue, but as they curled up to retreat, they caught one another in a sort of tug. Their tongues were trembling as they pulled at each other for several seconds before the roommates were finally able to pull their mouths apart. Once free, they tilted their heads until they were once again face to face, snarl to snarl, with their mouths slightly open. Amongst the panic of tangling tongues, neither girl noticed their nipples and clits swell to even greater sizes.

“TH… THAT WAS BOTH OF OUR… FAULTS…” Stacey slurred out.

“YOU’RE RIGHT… WE GOT CARRIED AWAY…” Hannah strung together. A thought struck Hannah, “H… HAVE YOU EVER TOUCHED TONGUES WITH ANYBODY BEFORE?...”

“N… NO… JUST YOU… HOW ABOUT YOU?...” Stacey asked, heart fluttering. She felt Hannah grin against her.

Hannah felt a surge of elation throughout her chest. The thought of she and Stacey only touching tongues with each other made her happy for reasons she refused to think about. “N… NO… JUST YOU…” Hannah felt Stacey smile against her.

Stacey felt butterflies in her stomach and chest, happy that she was the only person to experience such a sensation with Hannah for reasons she dared not delve deeper into. “I MEAN… THEY’RE MUSCLES… RIGHT?...”

“Y… YEAH…AND OUR MUSCLES LOVE TO GRIND WITH THEIR COUNTERPARTS…” Hannah led.

“WHOSE TONGUE… DO YOU THINK IS STRONGER?...” Stacey asked in a husky, aroused daze.

“WANNA… FIND OUT?...” Hannah asked back while also in a husky, aroused daze.

The girls, far too punch drunk and exhausted for rational thought, slithered their tongues between their teeth and pushed them together tip to tip. The two muscles trembled as they each tried to force the other back into its owner’s mouth. Meanwhile, Hannah and Stacey stared hazily into each other’s eyes, barely registering the implications of their new contest.

‘Even her tongue is as strong as mine…’ Stacey thought as she fought Hannah’s tongue to a standstill. ‘What else can I even do? We’re trapped against each other and our strength is perfectly balanced. This was my last ditch effort to beat her… I can only hope this was hers as well…’ Body fluids flowed from Stacey’s body, from her sweat glands, from her nipples, and finally from her swollen cunt.

‘Even her tongue is matching mine…’ Hannah thought as she fought Stacey’s to a standstill. ‘Do I even have any more options? We’re pressing together as tightly as we can and our power is perfectly balanced. This was my last ditch effort to beat her… I can only hope this was hers as well…’ Body fluids flowed from Hannah’s body, from her sweat glands, from her nipples, and finally from her swollen cunt.

For five minutes the roommates’ bodies shook and struggled against each other, neither girl gaining any ground in their all-encompassing body lock. Pressed mouth to mouth, the girls’ moans reached a voluminous crescendo even as their tongues, unused to straining against something for so long, grew sore and slowly retracted back into their mouths.

“Hannah, how much longer… is this going to take?...” Stacey asked. ‘There’s no end in sight. Neither of us is ever going to give up, not after fighting for hours already.’

“It feels endless, Stacey… We could stay locked like this for hours…” Hannah responded. ‘Neither of us will ever give up, especially after fighting for so long already.’ Hannah continued, “When I weaken, you weaken. When I recover, you recover. When I make a move, you do the same move at the same time.”

“When I squeeze, you squeeze. When I push, you push. When I adjust my position, you do the same. We’re perfectly in sync.” Stacey expanded. ‘We can’t just call a draw, I need to think of something!’ Stacey went on, “You were right with what you said earlier. If there’s something more than equals, that’s us…”

Right on queue, they both shoved their faces together even closer than before, trying to push each other’s heads back. The roommates chuckled between grunts of exertion.

“This is… unreal…” Hannah growled. “We both tried to shove each other’s head back… at the same time…” the redhead smashed her face against the blonde’s.

“Let’s try something else… and see if we’re still on… the same wavelength…” Stacey strained. “No countdown… no agreeing to certain body parts… I bet we do the same thing at the same time…” the blonde shoved her face against the redhead’s.

“I’m not… taking that bet…” Hannah joked.

“Because you know… we’re going to do it…” Stacey teased back. After a brief pause, she said, “There’s a zero percent chance either of us surrenders, Hannah.”

“Trust me, I know. No matter how desperate things have gotten between us, neither of us even considered giving up.” Hannah responded. “Heck, things are so tight between us we thought we could turn the tides with our MOUTHS, Stacey.”

“To be fair, it would have worked with anybody other than each other.” Stacey said. “Or, you know, if we didn’t try to engulf each other’s mouths at the exact same time.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Hannah growled.

“Exactly.” Stacey growled back. “We’re both gluttons for a challenge.”

“And we’ve found the ultimate one in each other…” Hannah hissed.

“I’m already thinking about our mercy match tomorrow…” Stacey confessed. ‘Just the two of us… mashed chest to chest… trying to out press each other.’

“Oh believe me, so am I…” Hannah confessed in kind. ‘Our dominant and off-arms will finally get to lock up against each other.’

“We’ll get to finally go woman to woman with our dominant arms...” Stacey unwrapped her left arm from around Hannah as she felt her roommate removing her right arm. “I swear, Hannah, it’s like we can read each other’s minds…” She growled as she and the cowgirl laced their dominant hands together.

“It’s because we both want the same thing...” Hannah growled back as she and the heiress contorted their upper bodies to allow the entirety of their dominant arms come into contact. In the process, their lower bodies shifted and their swollen clits pressed gently into each other’s inner thighs, drawing moans concealed as groans from the two girls.

“Yeah? And what’s that?...” Stacey moaned as she and her roommate tightened their grips and flexed their arms, turning their still mashed together faces until they could clearly see the muscular limbs. Their enormous canines naturally pressed together in an unspoken agreement that the large fangs were an essential element of their rivalry.

“It’s hard to put into words…” Hannah moaned as she and Stacey repeatedly extended their arms and then brought them to a ninety-degree angle, feeling their biceps bulge and relax against one another. “But let’s say it together… See if we’re really on the same wavelength…”

The roommates feigned adjusting their lower bodies to allow themselves to gently slide their clits along each other’s thighs. Each girl organized her thoughts to explain her desire for their rivalry to the other. Then, they felt their mouths begin to move and voices sound together, their voices melding.

“I want…” they began, cheeks reddening as they realized they were speaking together. “The two of us…” they rubbed their clits a little more against awaiting thighs. “Locked together… muscle to muscle… power to power…” the girls moaned louder. “Hopelessly equal… desperate and exhausted...” Hannah and Stacey ground their canines together. “Until we both scream in surrender… or grind each other into submission…” the roommates’ voices shuddered at the final admission.

‘Wait… she wants to TIE with me?... I want to tie with her?...’ the thoughts flooded the girls’ minds.

The cowgirl and heiress shifted their faces to stare directly into each other’s eyes and readjusted their arms and legs into their previous positions. Moving their clits off of each other’s legs, however, did little to quell their rampant arousal.

“You WANT to tie with me?” they asked at the same time. Chuckles escaped the girls’ mouths.

Stacey was the first to speak, “It didn’t start out like that… but the more we fought, the more we struggled… I realized that if one of us broke the stalemate, it’d leave the other crushed…”

“And, as friends, we’d hate to hurt one another…” Hannah continued. “But we know that not giving our one hundred percent effort would also hurt one another…”

“A true draw though… one where we both unleash all of our power, but still come out equal…” Stacey moaned huskily.

Hannah joined her husky moans, “…is perfect for two competitive, muscular gals like us…”

Suddenly, the girls surged forward, leaning into their full body press. The fronts of their faces were pressed flush as they tried to force their rival onto her back. Faces smashed so close that their eyelashes tickled one another. Instinctively, they closed their eyes before grinding their foreheads together. Opening their mouths wider, the roommates let out a groan that reverberated throughout their mouths and travelled deep into their cores.

“AT THE SAME… TIME!!!...” the rivals cried. Both girls had unleashed their earlier agreed upon surprise assault at the same moment. A last-ditch effort utilizing the entirety of their upper bodies to push her opponent on her back. Had either acted sooner, it may have worked as a singular imbalance would have provided them the infinitesimal difference in force required to slowly, excruciatingly force her rival down. Instead, to their mutual dismay (and satisfaction), the moment each girl started to lean forward, they felt an identical force being pressed back into them. Their nipples throbbed, releasing warm jets of milk, as they piled on the power in their inescapable body press.

“OH FUCK!!! MY NIPPLES!!!...” Stacey sobbed, but refused to pull away.

“MINE TOO!!! OH FUCK!!!...” Hannah sobbed, also refusing to pull away.

“WHY… DO WE KEEP DOING THIS TO EACH OTHER?!...” Stacey screamed as her tongue shot out, colliding into Hannah’s at the entrance of each of their mouths.

“WE’VE BEEN… GRINDING THEM TOGETHER FOR HOURS!!!... THEY’RE TOO STIMULATED!!!...” Hannah screamed as her tongue shot out, colliding into Stacey’s at the entrance of their mouths.

Letting out a moan as their tongues connected, each girl swore she felt the other release more jets of warm liquid from her nipples. Seeing an opportunity to gain the needed force imbalance to push the other on her back, they shoved their tongues together even harder.

The cowgirl and heiress choked on each other’s screams, moans, and groans of effort as their full body pressed continued on for at first five minutes, then fifteen minutes, all the way up to half an hour when their tongues finally fell back into their mouths, sore and exhausted. Still, the roommates fought on for another half an hour, gritting their teeth in concentration and effort. Their skin tone turned a deep shade of red from the constant exertion piled on top of their extreme arousal and countless hours of fighting. Sweat poured down their bodies and drenched their clothes and hair, the moisture making it obvious that their long hair had tangled in more places than either cared to count. The women’s bodies shook as their exhausted muscles still struggled against their counterparts. Once powerful, their muscles were completely drained to a point where a stiff breeze could topple either girl. To the roommates, however, the battle remained as intense as from the moment they started due to their power remaining completely balanced throughout their body pressing war.

“It shouldn’t be possible… HUFF HUFF… to be this equal… HUFF HUFF… Hannah…” Stacey rasped against Hannah’s closed mouth. ‘My… body… so tired… she’s so… STRONG…’

“I know it shouldn’t be… HUFF HUFF… but look at us… HUFF HUFF… Stacey…” Hannah rasped back against Stacey’s closed mouth. ‘My… body… so tired… she’s so… STRONG…’

The muscular girls tottered together like two clinching boxers. They continued pressing their bodies together, neither giving a millimeter. Large mouths opened once more as they panted in exhaustion.

“We’re the only things… HUFF HUFF… holding each other up…” Stacey blew into Hannah’s mouth.

“Then we better not… HUFF HUFF… let go…” Hannah blew back into Stacey’s mouth.

“We’re hardly even pushing anymore… and yet…” Stacey panted.

“It’s just as tough… as when we started…” Hannah panted. “This stalemate… feels like… it will never end…”

“It won’t… and we both know it…” Stacey rasped. “We’re in too deep… been fighting too long… Pushed our bodies too far to ever consider surrendering…”

“I’ll keep grinding my body… against yours… for hours…” Hannah groaned. “Even when we’ve… got no power left… I’ll keep coming… I won’t stop… Not if you’re still fighting…”

“So will I… as long as you’re still fighting… I’ll keep grinding my body… against yours…” Stacey groaned. “Even when we’re… completely drained… I’ll keep coming… I won’t stop…”

“This is why… you’re my perfect rival… Stacey Hightower…” Hannah grunted.

“And why… you’re mine… Hannah Greenville…” Stacey grunted.

“From our bodies… to our minds… to our wills…” Hannah’s voice grew husky once more, “I could never dream to find a fiercer battle with anybody but you…”

“Even down to our interests… to our inexperience… to our sportsmanship…” Stacey’s voice also grew husky once more, “We found each other at the perfect moment to mold each other into ideal competitors for one another…”

“Even the things we can’t control about ourselves are perfect matches…” Hannah drawled and began to shift her mouth for their canines to meet.

“Like every part of us was meant to meet in competition…” Stacey slurred and began to shift her mouth for their canines to meet.

Instead of meeting each other aggressively, however, they simply nuzzled their fangs together. Shifting their faces had finally given them the luxury of seeing their tangled, knotted hair.

“Our hair…” Stacey spoke, her canine colliding with Hannah’s at every word. “Is this from ripping off each other’s hairbands?”

“Ugh…” Hannah sighed. “We’re never going to get this untangled…” Hannah’s canine knocked into Stacey’s at each of her words.

“There should be scissors in the desk, at the very least.” Stacey moaned. “I wasn’t planning on a haircut though…”

“Neither was I… Still, we’re planning on doing this a lot…” Hannah moaned. “If we’re going to be knocking heads as much as I think we will, we’ll want shorter hair…”

“Ugh… this all seems like a tomorrow problem.” Stacey sighed. “Because I’ve got you… huff huff… right where I want you…”

“That’s my… huff huff… line...” Hannah breathed out. “I was just about… huff huff… to finish you off…” Hannah pulsed her legs just as she felt Stacey do the same.

“Now who’s… huff huff… stealing lines?...” Stacey quipped. “You ready for this, Hannah?” The roommates dragged each of their buttocks backwards.

“There’s only one option left, eh Stacey?...” Hannah suggested.

“Only one…” Stacey repeated. “We’ve been keeping our lower bodies back for balance, but they’re all we have left.” The blonde chuckled in exhaustion. ‘And because my clit is incredibly hard… I need to be careful.’

“I don’t see any other way to finish things, do you?” Hannah chuckled along with her blonde roommate. “Our upper bodies have nothing left. All we can do now is buck against each other and see what happens.” She jested in challenge. ‘I just need to be careful to keep my clit away from her… It feels so swollen.’

“Figures that the country girl would call slamming our hips together bucking. It’s about time we tested out each other’s glutes anyhow, Tigress.” Stacey half-panted, half-laughed.

“And here I thought we’d just keep hugging and rubbing canines forever…” Hannah joked and panted back at the blonde, grinding her canine with Stacey’s. “Hey wait… if you’re a Lioness, then why am I a Tigress?”

“You have the fangs…” Stacey ground her canine with Hannah’s. “But you don’t have the locks, Red.”

“I don’t know about that,” Hannah looked at their tangled and knotted hair. “I’ve got some blonde braids at the moment, Blondie.” she joked. “Still… I’ll gladly be the Tigress to your Lioness any day…”

“I guess you could say we’ve had one heck of a catfight.” Stacey snickered.

“I swear… behind your serious façade, you’re so goofy…” Hannah snickered alongside her roommate. “Unless we just plan on dragging our butts up each other’s legs, we’re going to have to undo our scissor holds.”

“On three?” Stacey asked.

Hannah grunted in affirmation and they counted, “One… two… three…” They each released their scissor holds and just like that the two of them were free from each other’s muscular quads and calves, their butts falling onto the mattress with a bouncy *plop*. The roommates’ clits, now an inch and a half in length, were only kept apart by the tension provided by their shorts. On every quiver or twitch, however, they could faintly feel the sensation of cloth brushing against cloth as their clits touched something solid. Each tap sent a jolt of electricity through the warring roommates’ bodies and they let out unintelligible groans and ground their still touching canines together to distract themselves from their growing feelings of ecstasy.

‘Not now… Not when we’re so close to finishing this…’ Stacey thought desperately. Her clit, having grown another quarter inch from the stimulation, was now in constant contact with the solid entity. ‘I can’t show her how vulnerable I am!’ her face tilted upwards in a silent howl of pleasure, her canine meeting and nearly locking with Hannah’s as her face also tilted upwards.

‘Can’t do this… Not when we’re right at the finish line…’ Hannah thought desperately. Her clit, having grown another quarter inch from the stimulation, was now in constant contact with the solid entity. ‘I can’t let her know how vulnerable I am!’ her face tilted upwards in a silent howl of pleasure, her canine meeting and nearly locking with Stacey’s as her face also tilted upwards.

“OUR FANGS… *CHOKE* *SOB* HANNAH…” Stacey cried.

“SO CLOSE… *CHOKE* *SOB* STACEY…” Hannah cried.

The roommates subtly moved their canines to where they began to interlock. Each girl became emboldened at feeling the other imitate her actions.

“I KNOW… WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO…” Hannah groaned.

“YOU’RE TRYING… TO DO IT TOO…” Stacey groaned.

“JUST ADMIT IT… PRINCESS… YOU’RE ADDICTED TO MY BIG CANINES…” Hannah moaned.

“WHAT ABOUT YOU… COWGIRL?... YOURS HAVE BEEN DRAWN TO MINE LIKE MAGNETS… EVER SINCE THEY FIRST TOUCHED…” Stacey moaned.

The girls felt their clits growing even larger at the open acknowledgement of them intentionally seeking out each other’s eye teeth. The extra lengths increased the pressure on their unintentionally warring clits, drawing erotic cries from the roommates. As they struggled to contain themselves, they each took the opportunity to fully engage their clashing canines.

“Fucking… Farm girl… // Fucking… City gal…” they moaned as they slightly turned their heads, locking their canines together as they had been earlier.

“AHHHH…. AHHH!!!...” they reluctantly screamed as they adjusted to the feeling of being interlocked once more.

“We’re so tight!” Stacey panted. “Tighter than earlier!” She tried to pull away, but her mouth was locked in an inescapable knot with Hannah’s.

“So much tighter!” Hannah panted. “We’re both trapped!” She matched Stacey’s attempt to pull away, but their canines were wrapped so tightly that no movement was even possible.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” They both shouted and sobbed.

“MY FAULT?! YOU WERE PRACTICALLY TAUNTING ME WITH THOSE BIG FANGS OF YOURS!!!” Hannah wailed. Her breathing quickened and her heart began to beat faster as panic began to set in.

“PLEASE!!! YOU WERE STICKING YOUR BIG ONES OUT IN CHALLENGE AND YOU KNOW IT!!!” Stacey wailed. Her breathing quickened and her heart began to beat faster as panic began to set in.

Their hands momentarily flailed at each other’s backs in distress before they remembered that they willingly locked fangs with their rival, that their current situation was a result of their own choices. The roommates then recalled how they were able to disengage their eye teeth earlier and began to calm down and think rationally.

“Earlier… earlier we were able to escape each other by pulling and tilting at the same time.” Stacey reminded her roommate. “Kind of similar to those metal brain puzzles…”

“You’re right… we had to work together to separate earlier.” Hannah replied. “This is both of our faults, we can’t stop ourselves…”

“We can’t… There’s just something about you… You’ve awoken this competitive side of me… I just want to go at it with you however I can…” Stacey admitted, cheeks darkening.

“You’ve done the same to me… When I see you, all I can think of is how I want to compete with you in any way possible…” Hannah also admitted, her cheeks darkening as well.

“So, what are the rules for this? We just keep going until one of us surrenders?” Stacey asked.

“Neither of us is going to surrender, Stacey…” Hannah said while catching her breath.

“That’s the fun of it though… Isn’t it, Hannah?...” Stacey matched Hannah’s breathing, her lips curling up into a smile.

“It is…” Hannah was unable to stop her lips from curling up as well.

“You know, being locked together like this, at each other’s mercy… it just makes me trust you even more…” Stacey admitted.

“I feel the same way… If we ever got caught like this, we’d both be ruined… The conflict is so raw and ferocious, yet we’re both so vulnerable…” Hannah agreed.

The girls sat with their bodies tangled and clits pulsing together for five minutes. Their entangled mouths gently tugging at one another as the girls let out light moans and groans of arousal and exhaustion. They continued to hug and push their torsos together, refusing to give each other even a moment of respite. The roommates, even as stubborn as they were, began to come to the realization that their rapidly tiring bodies would never give them enough time to settle their mouth war.

“We’re not going to settle this tonight…” Stacey said.

“If ever…” Hannah exhaled. The girls shuddered against each other.

“Hannah…” Stacey hesitated, panting. “Let’s make a promise…”

“What kind of promise?...Hannah asked, also panting.

“Let’s only do this with each other…” Stacey suggested nervously, her heart rate increasing.

Chest pressed tightly, Hannah felt Stacey’s heart rate increase, feeding into her own nervousness. Hannah’s pulse quickly began hammering in sync with her blonde rival’s. “I… I thought that was obvious… Princess…” She said with a huff.

“Don’t act like… you didn’t want it in words… Cowgirl…” Stacey choked out.

They felt their clits pulse against each other, causing the roommates to moan into each other’s ears.

“I did…” Hannah cried. “Another given… but all of this… stays between us…”

“I agree… these matches stay between us… and all of our lack of body control issues… we can’t mention them to anybody… other than each other…” Stacey whimpered.

“We should probably practice body control… we can’t be having these reactions… all of the time…” Hannah whimpered.

“I agree… once we’re used to being touched… it should be fine…” Stacey moaned.

“But right now… it’s… ahhhhhhnnnn…” Hannah moaned out, unable to control herself as Stacey’s clit pounded against her own.

“I know what you... mean… ahhhhhhnnnn…” Stacey moaned out, unable to control herself as Hannah’s clit pounded against her own.

“Shake… ahnnnnnn… on it?...” Hannah groaned, tugging at Stacey’s canine with her own.

“Ahnnnnnn… yeah…” Stacey tugged back at Hannah’s canine before they disengaged their locked eye teeth.

The newfound rivals then tilted their heads back and forth, rotating between locking and releasing each other’s fangs before finally breaking apart and pulling their heads back to stare into each other’s eyes. Their expressions mirrored one another as they fought against orgasmic release.

“OhHhHh FUCK!!!... What IS that?!...” Stacey forced out between gritted teeth. Stacey didn’t dare to adjust herself lest Hannah thought she was backing down from their promise at a buck off. ‘Our hips are still a good few inches away. What could that even be?!’

“AhHhHh… I don’t know… FUCK!!!...” Hannah forced out between her own gritted teeth. She also refused to pull away, knowing that Stacey would think she was backing out of their early challenge of trying to topple one another. ‘Our hips are still inches away. What am I rubbing against?!’

“There shouldn’t be anything… between our cores…” Stacey hissed.

“Well that doesn’t… feel like nothing…” Hannah hissed back.

Their clitoral glans, naturally larger than the average woman’s due to the roommates having much higher than average testosterone levels, were so stimulated that they somehow reached nearly two inches in length. Now pressed tip to tip, the nubs, if one could still call them nubs, were quivering as they fought for the non-existent space between them.

“W… wait… how big is your… aHhHhNn…” Hannah tried to ask, eyes searching Stacey’s worriedly.

“H… how big is yours?… aHhHhNn…” Stacey tried to confirm what Hannah was asking, eyes searching Hannah’s fearfully.

“If that’s our… ArRrGhHhH…” Hannah began before groaning as their clits pulsed together again.

“ArRrGhHhH… Don’t say it…” Stacey gave an answering groan. “If it is… we’re twice as big as earlier… AhHhHnNn… Is that even possible?!...”

“AhHhHnNn… I didn’t think it was possible… to be as big as we were… earlier…” Hannah moaned.

“True… There’s a way to tell… AhHhHhNnNn… Every pulse, let’s say a word…” Stacey suggested as she cried out huskily.

“Which word?... AhHhHhNnNn… Each other’s names?...” Hannah asked as she also cried out huskily.

“On the next pulse…” Stacey choked out.

Within seconds, the roommates felt their clits pulse together, “Hannah… / Stacey…” they both whimpered. Eyes widening as their fears began to come to light. They felt their clits pulse again. This time groaning, they both cried out “Hannaaah… / Staceeey…” With the added affirmation that their clits were indeed touching, the girls’ hearts began hammering in their chests and their clits began to rapidly vibrate. “That IS your…” they began as their clits became even stiffer, betraying the wishes of the weary battlers. “You’re so BIIIIIIIIG!!!...” the wrapped rivals cried, fighting the natural urge to pump and grind their hips together. Rapidly reaching the point of no return the rivals moaned each other’s names, “HannAaAaHhHh!!!... / StaceAaAaHhHh!!!...”

“B… BACK AWAY!!!” the blonde bruiser cried. All the while she was refusing to pull back her own clit, lest she give Hannah an advantage in their deadlocked states. ‘P… please… if you don’t… I’ll!!!’

“Y… YOU FIRST!!!” the redheaded ruffian hollered back. She was also refusing to retreat, unwilling to give Stacey a centimeter of leverage. ‘D… do it… if not… I’ll!!!’

“Y… YOU’RE SO… STUBBORN!!!...” they heard each other cry, breaking out into a cacophony of moans, cries, and pleads to back down. Their eyes closed in concentration as they helplessly fought to control the feeling of ecstasy building inside each of their bodies. Within seconds the girls felt warmth flow towards their nether regions, signaling the point of no return for both of them. Only one thought passed through each of their minds, ‘I need to finish her off NOW!!!’

Although the double entendre of finishing each other off was lost on both battle-weary women, it was a thought that their pun-loving minds would later come to appreciate. In that moment, however, the muscular roommates could only focus on their next act. In a move that would surely spell their own destruction, the cowgirl and heiress each threw their hips forward, trying to topple her opponent in one final desperate act.

‘I’m fucked… I’M FUCKED!!!’ Hannah cried internally, body starting to spasm even as she launched her hips towards her rival’s. ‘But I bet you aren’t expecting this, you buff blonde!!!”

‘I’m fucked… I’M FUCKED!!!’ Stacey cried internally, body starting to spasm as she launched her hips towards her rival’s. ‘But you’ll never see this coming, you ripped redhead!!!’

The next moments happened in what felt like slow motion for the rivals. The first moment was a period of shock as each muscular combatant felt the other’s hips crash into her own. Both girls’ surprise attacks were perfectly countered by each other in a way the two had come to master as the hours dragged on. Unable to speak, their mouths hung agape, slowly opening and closing, like gasping fish. All of their screaming, moaning, wailing, and crying came to an immediate halt as silence filled the room.

‘Wh… wha?...’ Stacey’s mind blanked.

‘Wh… wha?...’ Hannah’s mind blanked.

Upon the colliding of their hips, the girls’ clitoral glans met tip to tip, but both refused to yield to the other. What resulted was both fully erect clitoral glans being pushed back into their hoods, still tip-to-tip through thin fabric. Their massive clits began to shake at an even more rapid pace as the force between them grew due to the closeness of their hips. Time slowed for the muscular roommates as their brains tried to process what had just happened.

‘It… It didn’t work?...’ the roommates’ thoughts echoed one another. The warmth flowed down to their pussies, where the rivals clamped their Kegel muscles as hard as they could, fighting against their ever-growing waves of pleasure. ‘It’s over… I’m finished…’ they thought, gritting their teeth and bracing for the inevitable.

‘Sorry Stacey… I let you down… I guess we weren’t as evenly matched… as we thought…’ Hannah thought in disappointment. ‘I was so close… to taking down this mountain of a woman…’

‘Sorry Hannah… I failed you… I guess we weren’t truly equals… after all…’ Stacey thought in disappointment. ‘And to think… I almost took down this powerhouse of a woman…’

The rivals were ripped from their thoughts by the sound of the other forcefully exhaling between clenched teeth in the otherwise dead silent room. Opening their eyes, they were greeted with the sight of their rival, clearly in distress. The roommates were gritting their teeth in effort as they fought a losing battle to hold back their incoming orgasms, daring not to open their mouths and showcase their struggle to their rival as they choked on groans of arousal.

‘No, wait… I got her too?!...’ Stacey thought in elation. ‘Yes!... Fuck yes!!!... Take that, Cowgirl… You’re coming with me!!!...’ The pun was once again lost on her due to her exhaustion.

‘No wait… I got her too?!...’ Hannah thought in elation. ‘Fuck yeah!!!... Take that, City Slicker… You’re coming with me!!!...’ The pun was also lost on her due to her exhaustion.

In one final futile effort, the stalemated amazons threw their heads towards one another, foreheads connecting with a dull thud. Slightly unclenching their teeth, they hissed out “You’re mine… big girl…” at one another in desperate, husky tones. The mutual admission sent a shudder through both women as they learned their rival was just as aware of their situation as they themselves were. Hannah and Stacey tilted their faces until their lips and clenched teeth made contact.

‘I know what you’re doing, Hannah. Come to claim your reward, eh?’ Stacey determined. ‘Well, if you think that big mouth of yours is going to conquer mine, you’ve got another thing coming. You’ll be the one moaning and screaming into MY mouth…’

‘I know what you’re doing, Stacey. Come to collect your spoils, huh?’ Hannah determined. ‘Well, if you really think that big mouth of yours is going to overtake mine, I’ve got some bad news for you. You’ll be the one moaning and screaming into MY mouth…’

“I know you’re… about to blow… Princess…” Hannah whispered against Stacey’s mouth.

“The only reason… you know that… is because… you are too… Cowgirl…” Stacey whispered back against Hannah’s mouth. “Go ahead… let go… I won’t be far behind you…”

“Yeah right… like I’d let you win…” Hannah scoffed. “But if you’re so eager… be my guest… I’ll join you in a bit…”

“You just want to feel me… screaming down your throat…” Stacey rasped. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want… but not before your big body surrenders to mine…”

“You wish… you’ll get your reward, Stacey… but not before your muscular body surrenders to mine…” Hannah rasped.

“You’re seconds away… from your first defeat… Greenville…” Stacey grunted, barely opening her mouth, as she concentrated on containing the building pressure in her loins.

“I am… but so are you… Hightower…” Hannah grunted, barely opening her mouth, as she concentrated on containing the building pressure in her loins.

The blonde and redhead ground their clenched teeth together, desperately hoping to feel the other’s mouth open to cry out in surrender. In that awaited moment, each girl planned to open her mouth as wide as possible and latch onto her rival’s as to not allow a decibel of her screams escape. All the while they were fighting against their instincts to rub their massive clits against each other and release the tidal wave of pleasure they were damming with their strong kegel muscles.

‘Fuuuck, Hannah… Why didn’t I just ask if you wanted to go off with me?... Instead, we’re sitting here… suffering together…’ Stacey thought as she fought letting out a husky groan. ‘I want to let go so badly… but not without her… I can’t let her win… even at this… I know she wants to let go just as much I do… I feel her huge clit quivering against mine… with a flex of my glutes I could end this… the shock of the blow may set her off slightly before me…’ The blonde considered. ‘This IS Hannah though… She probably has a similar plan…’

‘Fuuuck, Stacey… Why didn’t I just suggest we go off together?... Now we’re stuck here… suffering together…’ Hannah thought as she resisted letting out a husky groan. ‘I’m about to blow… but I won’t go off without her… I can’t let her win… even at this… She’s about to blow too… I can feel her gigantic clit shaking against mine… If I just flexed my glutes, the rubbing would send her over the edge… knowing it’s coming might let me last a bit longer than she does…’ The redhead thought. ‘This IS Stacey though… She and I have been countering each other all day…’

The roommates opened their mouths slightly to say, “I’ve got one last trick up my sleeve, big gal. // I have one last surprise for you, big girl.” Their tongues flicked dangerously close to one another on every syllable.

“We’re about to do the same thing to each other, aren’t we?” Stacey asked with a husky chuckle.

“That depends on if your master plan to flex your glutes to rub my clit with your own...” Hannah responded with a husky chuckle of her own.

“When you say it like that, it sounds so lewd…” Stacey huffed with a blush.

“Yeah, well… in such a desperate struggle, what other options do we have?” Hannah reasoned with a blush of her own. “It’s the only part of our bodies that we aren’t mashing together…”

“What we’re about to do… doesn’t leave this room…” Stacey warned her redheaded roommate.

“Trust me… I’m no prouder of this than you are…” Hannah explained to the blonde.

“We can just think of this… as body control training…” Stacey groaned. ‘It’s no big deal… I’m just rubbing my clit against my huge, beautiful roommate’s… no stop! This is not a thing… After today we’ll figure this out… My body is just stimulated from the fight…’

“Good idea… we need practice anyways…” Hannah groaned. ‘It’ll be okay… I’m just rubbing my clit against my big, attractive roommate’s… no biggie… stop, stop, stop! This is just a one-time thing… This is only happening because we aren’t used to being touched… I’m sure our bodies will cool down in time…’ The felt the pressure building in her loins to an uncontainable level. ‘I can’t hold it back anymore… we need to do this… NOW!!!’ Hannah let out a husky growl, “Let’s grind it out…”

‘I can’t hold it back anymore… Judging from her invitation, neither can she…” Stacey thought as she felt unbearable pressure in her loins, ready to burst at any moment. She let out a husky growl of her own, “Let’s get after it…”

Mouths still pressed and slightly open, the redhead took the opportunity to taunt her blonde counterpart. “It’s going to be nice… feeling your cries fill my lungs… Buff Brute…” Hannah blew into her roommate’s mouth.

Never one to take it without dishing it back, the blonde sent the redhead a taunt of her own. “Maybe… But you’ll be crying right back into mine… Swole Savage…” Stacey blew into her roommate’s mouth.

‘Hours of fighting… and this was all that we could muster… Us… clinging together like rabid beasts… panting in exhaustion… accepting that our mutual destruction is inevitable…’ Hannah mustered her nerves. ‘And we both know it won’t be enough… We’re going to keep coming at each other for seconds… thirds… fourths… I know her, and she knows me… We’re going to mold each other into perfect rivals… until hope for victory is impossible…’ Her pussy pulsed in excitement. ‘And the scary thing is… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more…’

‘Hours of fighting… and this was the result… Us… squeezing each other like two ravenous snakes… gasping for air… accepting that our mutual destruction is inevitable…’ Stacey mustered her nerves. ‘And we both know it won’t be enough… We’ll keep challenging each other over and over again… I know her, and she knows me… We’re going to mold each other into perfect rivals… so much so that we’ll never even be able to even dream of beating each other…’ Her pussy pulsed in excitement. ‘And the scary thing is… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more…’

“Ready?” They asked each other, huskily. Taking the other’s question as permission to begin, they each flexed their powerful glutes, forcing their entangled clits forward. Their reactions were immediate. Swollen clits met tip to tip and pushed each other back into their clitoral hoods. In a chain reaction, as their clitoral glans were pushed back, it created a space for their orgasmic fluids to escape between their flexed and straining kegel muscles. A deluge of womanly juices flooded their joined crotches and soaked their shorts with an abundance of warm, sticky fluid as the muscular women felt their bodies begin to convulse. Speechless, the roommates fought back moans as they choked on the air between them, desperately trying to seal mouths before the euphoric sensations took their control away.

As if of one mind, the girls tilted their heads and locked their mouths diagonally. Their left canines pressed tightly as the rivals clamped onto each other. They then sealed their lips, lest their opponent’s cries escape their joined mouths.

‘Oh fuck, what’s happening?! There’s so much!!! Nnnghhh… She got me! She got me!’ Hannah cried internally as she readied to flex her powerful glutes again. ‘I’m not alone though, am I Stacey?! We’re both gushing!!!’

‘Oh fuck, what’s happening?! There’s so much!!! Nnnghhh… She got me! She got me!’ Stacey cried internally as she readied to flex her powerful glutes again. ‘I got you too though, didn’t I Hannah?! Both of our dams burst!!!’

Giving confirmation to the mutuality of their distress, the girls choked out a raspy “GUH!” between their locked mouths that quickly transformed into “GAAH!!!” before developing into full blown screaming. They felt each other’s cries travel deep within their cores, adding even more shaking to their already convulsing bodies. Meanwhile, they flexed their glutes in unison, feeling their hot, wet clits meet tip to tip as their crotches slammed together, still desperately trying to knock the other onto her back.

‘This is what you wanted, Stacey! Now take it all!!!’ Hannah thought as she screamed into her rival as loud as she could, trying to drown out Stacey’s cries. Stacey, however, began screaming louder as well, seemingly having the same goal as Hannah.

‘Are you happy, Hannah?! This is what you asked for. Now I’ll give you more than you can take!!!’ Stacey’s thoughts mirrored Hannah’s as she screamed into her rival as loud as she could, trying to drown out Hannah’s cries. Unsurprisingly, she felt Hannah’s voice rising along with her own.

The roommates held each other tight and kept their crotches together as another massive orgasm ravaged their bodies. Their tongues curled as they screamed, the tips of them incidentally glancing one another. A shocked “Mmmmfff!!!” joined their screams at the contact.

‘Body… too worked up… this feels so good!!! I can’t stop!!!’ Hannah pressed her cloth covered clit against her rival’s even harder, feeling a returning pressure from the muscular blonde. ‘At least Stacey can’t stop herself either!!!’’ The redhead flicked her tongue out, subconsciously groping for Stacey’s similarly searching oral muscle.

‘It feels too good!!! My body… is on fire… I can’t hold myself back!!!’ Stacey shoved her thinly veiled clit harder against Hannah’s, feeling the redhead pushing back just as hard. ‘At least Hannah can’t stop herself either!!!’ The blonde probed her tongue around their sealed mouths, subconsciously looking for Hannah’s similarly flailing oral muscle.

Their tongues danced as they pumped orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Their level of arousal, however, was refusing to be quelled. For fifteen minutes they pressed their gushing pussies together, forming a puddle of orgasmic fluids that was beginning to soak into the mattress underneath them.

‘We can’t… We can’t…’ Stacey repeated in her head. ‘Hannah… We need to pull away… This is too much…’ The blonde felt her clit pulse in concert with the redhead’s. ‘How much longer can she last?! What are we doing to each other?!’

‘We need to stop… need to stop…’ Hannah repeated in her mind. ‘Stacey… We need to stop pressing them together… This is too much…’ The redhead felt her clit pulse in unison with the blonde’s. ‘How much longer can she last?! What are we doing to each other?!’

The roommates let out another scream that echoed deep within their cores, filling their lungs and nearly separating their locked mouths. All the while their pussies unleashed another wave of fluids onto each other. The girls’ tongues curled once more, but this time, instead of brushing, the tips snagged on each other.

Stacey felt their tongues begin to wrap together, latching onto one another as they each tried to pull away. ‘Fucking big bodied brawler… I’ve got you… but you’ve got me too… We both felt each other trying to escape… but if we pull away, what then?... There’s no way we’ll just declare a draw at this point…’ Stacey readied herself. ‘No… we BOTH smell blood in the water… I can’t afford to back down and open myself up to an attack… I need to take this cowgirl down now!!!...’

In the same moment, Hannah felt their tongues begin to wrap together, latching onto one another as they each tried to pull away. ‘Fucking massive muscled mauler… You’ve got me… but I’ve got you too… We tried to pull away at the same time… but even if we let each other go, what then?... It’s not like we’ll call a draw… We’ll just use that time to recover…’ Hannah readied herself. ‘No… we BOTH feel each other’s vulnerability… I can’t let my guard down and give her the opportunity to attack… I need to take this princess down now!!!...’

The blonde and redhead shot their tongues together length to length, corkscrewing them tightly with a flexibility that belied the thickness and strength of their oral muscles. The shock of feeling each other’s tongues twist and lock together caused their dominant hands to break free of the other’s muscled back and search for something, anything to push off of and get away from the powerful woman they were attached to. Instead, their hands found each other and clasped tightly, strong fingers lacing between one another.

‘Oh fuck… mmmhhhhmmm… W… We’re tongue tied!!!…’ Hannah moaned. Her hand twitched along with Stacey’s as the girls’ minds raced, trying to process what had happened. ‘W… we finally found a way… to finish each other off… didn’t we, big gal… and we’re not letting each other escape…’ Hannah let out a series of whimpers into Stacey’s mouth. ‘This is it, Stace… I hope you’re ready… because I’m coming!!!...’ Hannah cocked back her hips and let out a mighty roar just as Stacey let out one of her own. ‘Just one last buck… If I can get to her faster than she gets to me, maybe I can still pin her…’

‘Oh fuck… mmmhhhhmmm… O… Our tongues are tangled!!!…’ Stacey moaned. Her hand twitched along with Hannah’s as the girls’ minds raced, trying to process what had happened. ‘W… we finally found a way… to finish each other off… didn’t we, big girl… and we won’t let each other go…’ Stacey let out a series of whimpers into Hannah’s mouth. ‘It’s over, Hans… You better be ready… because I’m coming!!!...’ Stacey cocked back her hips and let out a mighty roar just as Hannah let out one of her own. ‘Just one last thrust… If I get to her before she gets to me, maybe it will be enough to knock her onto her back…’

Time seemed to slow as the roommates launched their hips at each other one final time. Their toes curled into the mattress to grip it and pull in order to increase the speed of their hips. Meanwhile, their dominant arms strained, straightened, and were lifted towards the ceiling as they pushed each other, trying to aid their final effort to get one another onto her back. As their hips neared each other, the roommates felt their abs meet, each individual abdominal muscle colliding violently with its counterpart. It was then that they understood that they had once again perfectly countered each other.

Stacey’s heart swelled with pride even as she and Hannah barreled towards their mutual destruction. ‘I did it!!!... I’m the only one to ever bring this massive girl down!!!... It took everything I had and I did things I’m not proud of… but I did it!!!...’ The blonde felt her clit meet Hannah’s, signifying that in two inches their match would be over. ‘I’m sure you’re boasting to yourself too, Hannah… This may be a draw, but we used every last bit of strength in our bodies to defeat each other… We finally got to experience power equal to our own; to conquer and succumb to each other’s muscular bodies…’ Stacey felt her and Hannah’s clits push each other back an inch and their bodies began to seize in preparation for release. ‘And to think, we just met… Over the next four years we’ll get to build our bodies together… Have countless battles of attrition… Go muscle on muscle for hours on end… Push ourselves past our limits and grow them into something we previously would have thought unfathomable…’

Hannah’s heart swelled with pride even as she and Stacey barreled towards their mutual destruction. ‘I did it!!!... I’m the only one to ever bring this gigantic gal down!!!... It took everything I had and I did things I’m not proud of… but I did it!!!...’ The redhead felt her clit meet Stacey’s, signifying that in two inches their match would be over. ‘I’m sure you’re bragging to yourself too, Stacey… We used every bit of power in our bodies, mashed our muscles together for hours… Just to tell us something that we already knew… That we’re impossibly equal… It was fun though, getting to feel each other’s power… I never thought I’d meet somebody like me… And I never dreamt that same somebody would have been willing to fight with me for so long and hard to a point where our muscular bodies would both crush and be crushed by each other…’ Hannah felt her and Stacey’s clits push each other back an inch and their bodies began to seize in preparation for release. ‘And to think, we just met… We’ll get to spend the next four years bulking up… Having countless strength contests… Grinding our bodies muscle on muscle for hours on end… Pushing our limits beyond a point we never thought imaginable…’

Then, the end finally came. Their hips slammed together with the strongest force they could muster, aided by their powerful legs. Thick, swollen, throbbing clits pushed each other back and triggered an instant orgasmic explosion. The waves of pleasure they were struggling to hold back were released in full and their undergarments and shorts were quickly fully saturated. Had the roommates not been so entirely overwhelmed by their own euphoria, they would have felt a strong, steady stream of liquid pressure actually pushing through their clothes and onto each other’s soaked pussies. Their nipples similarly sprayed at one another as their bodies completely seized up. Their arms and legs twitched in ways that were entirely out of their control. Under such intense pleasure, one would expect shouts, screams, anything, but the room remained dead silent. The girls had no control over their lungs or vocal cords as the shockingly powerful organism overtook them. They didn’t even have the sense to panic as their pleasure overwhelmed their survival instincts. Their mouths sucked together as they tried to take in oxygen, not thinking to use their noses in their frenzy. Not that either option would allow air into their already full lungs. Their bodies jerked in sync as they wrung orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

The competitive girls, somehow not forgetting their battle, used their unclasped hands to squeeze each other in a tight hug and tilted their upper bodies forward with all of their remaining strength in one final, desperate act to topple her rival. The compression on their chests was enough to finally push the air out of their lungs, first coming as a “Grah!” that quickly transformed into a high pitch scream. Suddenly remembering they could breathe through their noses, the roommates sucked in as much oxygen as possible between screams. Tears streamed down their faces as they released wafts of air into each other’s mouths, down each other’s throats, and into each other’s lungs. The air had no place to escape to as their coiled tongues strained to hold their mouths together. Eventually, upon their loudest cry yet, their tongues failed to contain the building pressure and were forcibly uncoiled. Their mouths separated with a *pop* as the contained air freed itself. Instantly, the quiet gym was filled with the girlish cries of the pair of powerful roommates. The two muscular women tried to hook their canines and tongues as their mouths slid apart, anything to keep their cries silent. Another spasm travelled through their bodies, however, and they quickly found their mouths hovering over the other’s collarbone.

The sides of their faces pressed together as they continued to cry out. Their breasts offered little buffer to the intensity and volume of their screams. In fear of being overheard by a passing custodian, they did the only thing they could think of and placed their mouths on each other’s collarbone area, sucking hard to keep their mouths in place and hold in their cries. For five minutes they rode each other down from the heights of ecstasy, their muscular strength waning with every passing second. As their heartrates began to normalize the roommates finally felt their need to cry out in bliss wane. Releasing their hold on each other’s collarbones, the girls struggled to raise their heads. Exhausted neck muscles strained just enough to allow them to go face to face, lips aligning and pressing together.

“HaNnAh… /// StAcEy…” they groaned unintelligibly, lips moving in sync. Their drained muscles were unable to keep the girls upright and they began to fall towards their still raised dominant hands, the angle and weight of their arms pulling their bodies in that direction. Fortuitously, as they fell, their heads landed on a pillow that was just large enough for the two of them. Still embracing, the roommates began drifting off into unconsciousness. They could feel their rival’s genitalia pressing into their own through soaked clothes, but their exhausted bodies didn’t allow them to pull away. Their arms, too heavy to lift, also remained in place with their dominant hands laced together and their off-hands hugging each other’s backs. Meanwhile, their muscular legs laced together, locking at their ankles.

Stacey stared at her roommate through half-lidded eyes, not even wanting to fall asleep before her rival. “I’ll never lose to you.” she breathily whispered against Hannah’s lips.

“I’ll never let you win.” Hannah’s breath wisped along Stacey’s mouth. Eyes also half open, the redhead stared at the blonde as she fought a losing battle against the need for rest.

The roommates flexed and rubbed their calves together within the confines of their knotted legs. Their lower legs were perhaps the ‘freshest’ of all of their body parts, not having been in contest with one another for some time. They half-heartedly tried to pull each other’s lower legs back, treating it more like a game than a true contest. The two women continued playing with each other for several minutes before either of them dared to break the silence that fell over the room.

“Still raring to go, eh Hightower?” Hannah muttered tiredly. She flexed powerfully, grinding her bulging calves against Stacey’s. The redhead grit her teeth and smiled, letting out a challenging snarl.

“As much as you, Greenville.” Stacey murmured in exhaustion. Her bulging calves rubbed against Hannah’s. The blonde grit her teeth in the same fashion, letting out a competitive growl.

The girls began to inch their heads forward, each prepared to engage her rival’s mouth with her own once again, maneuvering their noses around one another. Their large mouths met with a slight clack as the rivals pressed them together with playful aggression. Then they began to snicker before bursting out into joyous laughter.

“That was awesome, Hannah! I don’t think we could have asked for a better finish!” Stacey exclaimed, her teeth chattering against Hannah’s. “I can’t remember a time I’ve felt so completely exhausted!”

“Right?! Those final pushes were otherworldly, Stacey!” Hannah bellowed, her teeth clicking against Stacey’s. “I’m totally spent! I can can’t even move!”

“How about that finisher though! I knew we were going down together the instant we chose to tangle tongues rather than retreat!” Stacey laughed. “We were both so desperate!” Stacey elated.

“I was so relieved when I felt you making the same decision! Roaring in sync confirmed that we were both fucked!” Hannah laughed. “We finally saw a way to finish each other and took it!” Hannah said joyously.

The muscular rivals took a few moments to calm and cool their overheated bodies. The girls, still wrapped around one another, struggled to synchronously take deep breaths as there was little room for both sets of large breasts to expand against each other. Eventually, they found a rhythm where one would breathe in when the other breathed out, allowing their chests to mold around each other with every breath.

“What are the odds that we’d both be the same age, go to the same school, have the same majors, be assigned the same dorm room, love being challenged, AND be this equally matched?” Stacey wondered aloud.

“It sounds impossible, doesn’t it?” Hannah responded. “It almost feels like destiny that we met in the way that we did…” The redhead relaxed her pull on the blonde’s lower leg and opted to rhythmically flex her calves against her roommate’s. She was unsurprised to feel her roommate doing the same.

“I mean… look… we even stopped pulling each other’s lower legs at the same time…” Stacey awed. “It’s like our bodies can read and react to each other instantly…”

“Seeing as this was our first ever strength contest… first ever fight really… It’s like we trained each other to do that…” Hannah sighed in amusement. “And considering how much we want to just go muscle to muscle, we accept and use that to our advantage…”

“We DO really like going muscle to muscle, don’t we Hannah?… Comparing calves is going to be a REALLY fun time…” Stacey felt her calves bulge and relax with the redhead’s.

“Ohhh yeah… I never thought I’d find somebody with calves as big as mine… It feels nice, doesn’t it?” Hannah groaned with a hint of arousal. She began to rapidly flex against Stacey’s calves.

“Y… yeah… it does…” Stacey groaned back, equally aroused. She met Hannah’s rapid flexes with her own.

“Flex with me, Stacey…” Hannah gasped, tongue poking out of her mouth and colliding with Stacey’s. The girls matched each other flex for flex at an ever-increasing pace.

“Keep going, Hannah…” Stacey gasped, her tongue colliding with Hannah’s. They continued to press their bulging calves against one another, reveling in the feeling of their muscles straining and relaxing in sync.

“I’m starting to think the biggest dorm on campus is a waste for us, considering that we’ll be up close and personal most of the time we’re in there.” Hannah shuddered against Stacey as their calves rapidly vibrated.

“I agree… We might as well swap it out for a phone booth…” Stacey shuddered against Hannah as their calves quivered. “That would be fun actually… We should get something like that to fight in…”

“Two big gals like us squashed together into a small space… sounds like a good time to me…” Hannah groaned. ‘Stacey has such good ideas.’

“We’ll line up as many muscles as possible, squeeze into the space, and then lock ourselves in…” Stacey groaned. ‘Hannah wants to get nice and tight? Perfect, the closer the better.’

“There’ll be nowhere for us to move our limbs, just us straining muscle to muscle…” Hannah moaned. ‘Nnnnn… this is getting me…’

“Our only option for escape being to crush the other’s bulky body with our own…” Stacey moaned. ‘Mmmmm… I’m starting to get…’

The roommates gave their calves a long, strong flex. They each relished the moment as their bulging calf muscles rubbed together. A groan bubbled up from deep within their cores as they let out a “Hnnng…. You’re so big…” in unison. The girls, feeling their loins beginning to stir from arousal, released their flexes and withdrew their tongues back into their mouths.

Flushed red, Hannah and Stacey pulled their mouths back a centimeter to keep them out of contact. Still, they blew into each other’s mouths as they took in deep breaths trying to cool their overheated bodies.

“We… we’ve got to calm down Stacey…” Hannah huffed. “Any more and I’ll… Nnnnnn…” She groaned. ‘I’m not a lesbian… It just feels good being touched is all, never had much of that…’

“Me… me too Hannah…” Stacey puffed. “What are we doing to each other?... Nnnnnn…” She groaned back. ‘It feels good being close to somebody, that’s all. This doesn’t make me a lesbian…’

“F… fighting with you like this… it’s so…” Hannah panted as she tried to calm herself even as she felt her clit pulsing. “I feel like an addict… I want to keep going at it with you… even though I can barely move…”

“I want to keep fighting too… even if we can only move our lower legs… I just can’t get enough…” Stacey panted as she too tried to relax despite the pounding of her clit. “This can’t be normal… can it?...”

“Who defines normal anyhow?” Hannah said in her southern drawl. “All I know is this is the most fun I’ve ever had…” Hannah exhaled into Stacey’s mouth. “I don’t want it end.”

“I feel the same way.” Stacey exhaled back into Hannah’s mouth. “I’ve never felt so open and free… Even with the ummm… reactions… our bodies have been having, I never felt an ounce of judgment… only understanding…”

“Well yeah… I mean our bodies are reacting the same way… It’d be odd to judge each other…” the redhead said. “Heck, the only time we got mad at each other was when our canines got locked up.”

“I’d even say more scared than mad.” Stacey said thoughtfully. “Heck, we did it again right after we found out how to separate them.”

“Well that’s cus it was fun…” Hannah grinned.

“It was…” Stacey grinned back. “Being equals in strength can be done through training, but being perfect matches at even something we have no control over, that’s where it starts to feel like settling things between us may be an impossible task...”

“As long as we keep these stubborn, never give up attitudes of ours, I think your feelings are right…” Hannah agreed. “Think about how many times today that two normal gals would have just called a draw and accepted each other as equals. Not us though, we just kept going harder and harder until, finally, we landed mutual, devastating finishers on each other. Exhausting our bodies to a point where we can’t even separate ourselves if we tried…” The girls knew that even if they could muster the strength to roll apart, their wrapped legs and tangled hair would prevent them from getting very far.

“Well then, normal girls are missing out. I think it became pretty obvious that mutually assured destruction was in our future once we were sitting on the bed in reciprocal scissor holds trying to squeeze each other into submission. There was no way either of us was letting the other escape.” Stacey stated. “But that’s when we turned it up another notch and just let out everything we had like two musclebound Valkyries trapped in a duel to the death. Our massive muscles bulging as we shook against each other for over an hour in a clearly hopeless stalemate, both desperately trying to stave off our rival’s immense power.”

“We unleashed one hundred percent of our power into each other, leaving no doubt in whatever the outcome may have been.” Hannah smiled. “Lucky for us, it ended just the way we wanted, eh Stacey?”

“Yeah, and with any luck this’ll become a common occurrence between us, Hannah.” Stacey grinned. “Afterall, now we get to train together. Thinking about it, our frames have room for more muscle… We can really bulk each other up for even more intense matches…”

“Heck, we can probably pack on twenty… thirty pounds easily, Stacey.” Hannah stated in excitement. “And as long as we only train together, we should grow at the same rate.”

“You better be ready, Greenville, because I’m going to work that hard body of yours on overdrive.” Stacey breathed out in a husky voice, cheeks reddening. ‘The bigger you are, the more of you there is to play with…’

“You better be able to keep up, Hightower, because I’m going to be pushing you just as hard.” Hannah responded huskily, her cheeks also regaining a reddish hue. ‘The bigger you are, the more of you there will be to bump and grind with…’

Flush with arousal, the girls reinitiated their lower leg flex off, this time also rubbing their lower legs along one other, finding a steady rhythm. They suddenly closed their eyes in concentration as their lower bodies crushed and pulled at each other. Both girls released light moans when their lips brushed as they hopelessly fought for control of their impromptu muscle tussle.

“How am I supposed to sleep tonight with that big mouth of yours butting up against mine?” Stacey groaned while maintaining the light contact between their lips.

“Let’s not pretend that you’re not just as much at fault here, Stacey…” Hannah moaned while pressing their mouths together a bit harder. “Besides, I don’t see you pulling away.”

“Neither are you…” Stacey accused as she coiled her legs even tighter around Hannah’s.

“It seems we’re at an impasse, then.” Hannah reciprocated Stacey’s squeeze, their leg muscles meshing together so closely that there was seldom room for air between them. The girls managed to lock their ankles around each other, completing the mating between their lower appendages.

“Oh fuck!!! So close, Hannah!” Stacey cried out.

“Fuck, fuck!!! So tight, Stacey!” Hannah cried along with Stacey’s screams.

Each girl’s legs rippled and expanded against her rival’s. Their muscles trembled in effort as they grew and expanded around each other, filling any available space between their entangled quads and calves.

“I guess we aren’t done after all, Greenville…” Stacey growled. “Now that we’ve started, there’s no way I’m letting go!” The blonde’s lips rubbed against the redhead’s as she spoke.

“Good! I’d rather not leave things unfinished anyhow, Hightower!” Hannah growled. “So, what’s the game then?!” Hannah’s lips rubbed against the blonde’s as she spoke.

“If we just sit here and squeeze, there’s no way either of us is going to come out on top…” Stacey hissed at a particularly powerful squeeze.

“On top… wait… that’s it….” Hannah hissed in return. “We try to pull each other’s legs backwards. The loser is the gal on top.”

“Good idea, Red. And to think I thought you were accepted here on account of your good looks…” Stacey huffed between their pressed lips. ‘Wait… what did I just say?!’

Hannah fought back a blush and her heart began to beat faster. ‘What did she just say?! Sh… she must be teasing me… trying to get me to lower my defenses. Well, two can play at that game.’ Hannah huffed back, “Heck, if it were the criteria to get in, you wouldn’t have even had to apply, Blondie.” Her breath blew into Stacey’s mouth. ‘Heh, smooth one Hannah.’ The redhead thought to herself.

‘H… huh?! Th… this girl… she’s trying to play mind games with me!’ Stacey thought in a panic, her heart rate increasing rapidly. “I… I know what you’re doing…” Stacey’s words came out deep and hushed.

“Y… yeah?... Well, you started it…” Hannah responded in a similarly deep and hushed voice.

The girls felt their tongues gravitating towards the openings of their mouths until they gently tapped. The roommates, not wanting to be lost in another bout of arousal, quickly withdrew their oral muscles.

“OhHhHh… fUuUuCk…” Stacey groaned.

“FuUuUcK… AhHhHh…” Hannah groaned as well.

“Let’s just fucking fight already, Greenville…” Stacey begged, not wanting to engage in anymore verbal sparring that made her question things more than she already was.

“Bring it the fuck on, Hightower…” Hannah responded, similar concerns and thoughts swirling in her head.

The muscles in their lower legs swelled as they each tried to pull the other’s powerful lower body backwards. Almost immediately, their powerful hips slammed together, acting as an anchor point for the immense force being exerted by the two roommates’ lower legs. The movement also forced another collision. A collision the two girls thought no longer possible as their still fully erect clits slammed into each other once again. Instantaneously, both roommates were seeing stars from the painful, erotically charged crashing of clits. “OHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” the muscular women bellowed, their screams filling each other’s mouths and the gym surrounding them.

“Nnnnnnnn!!!!! AhHhHnNn… H… how are you… still so… BIG?!” Stacey and Hannah let out guttural moans. Their bodies shuddered as they tried to control the pleasurable sensations flowing through them. They pressed their hips together even harder, bracing against one another in fear that even a microscopic tremble would set them off into orgasmic bliss once again.

“St… StOp ShAkInG…” Stacey begged, clawing at Hannah’s back with her free hand. ‘If you don’t stop, I’ll…’

“YoU… yOu YoU’rE tHe OnE sHaKiNg…” Hannah accused, clawing at Stacey’s back with her free hand in return. ‘If she doesn’t stop, I’ll…’

Then, all at once, the trembling stopped with a powerful thrust of their hips. Their clits bent upwards against one another, pressing length to length, and, for a moment, were still. Whether due to overstimulation or just the reduced friction from the lack of rubbing neither girl could tell; they were just happy for the moment of respite from the waves of arousal piling up within their tired bodies.

“Th… that was close…” Stacey choked out.

“Y… yeah… I can’t believe we’re still so worked up…” Hannah mumbled.

“More importantly, now we’re more tangled up than ever and can’t even move.” Stacey groaned. “I’m afraid of what’ll happen if we try to back away, Hannah…”

“So what?... We just stay like this forever?” Hannah half-joked, not wanting to pull away either. “I’ve got no problem clamping legs with you all night, but we’re only going to be able to hold our hips together like this for so long.”

“Well, do you have a better idea, Cowgirl?” Stacey’s tongue tapped Hannah’s as she panted. ‘We only delayed the inevitable, didn’t we?’

“Thinking of one, Princess.” Hannah’s tongue returned Stacey’s taps as she sucked down air. ‘I can’t see a way out of this for us.’ After a moment she said, “Maybe we just try to pull away and see what happens?” Hannah held her breath, ‘Even if we aren’t able to pull away, at least I’ll be able to get a read on how much more Stacey can take… I know I can’t take much more…’

“Okay… let’s try together…” Stacey acquiesced, unconvinced. Stacey took a deep breath, ‘I seriously doubt this will work, but at least I’ll be able to see how close Hannah is to utterly losing it… I know I’m about to lose it…’

The muscular roommates began to withdraw their hips, but as they did, their clits began to straighten and rub together, sending shockwaves throughout their loins. They quickly slammed their hips back together in fear of losing control.

“Feels… so good!!!...” Stacey moaned out. Her eyes widened in shock at her own words as she stared back into Hannah’s similar expression. ‘Oh no!!! What did I say?! Now she’s going to think I’m some kind of freak!’

‘Wh… what did she say? Oh no, she’s panicking… Poor Stacey, she looks so upset! I can’t let her think she’s the only one that feels that way, she’ll never want to do this again!’ Hannah moaned, “It… it does!!! Again!!!” ‘Wait…’ Hannah thought, ‘Did I just say we should do it again?! Fuck it, here goes nothing!’

‘Did she just say to do it again?! Oh fuck, I can’t let her get the jump!’ Stacey moaned out, “Bring it on, Hannah!”

“Let’s do this, Stacey!” Hannah moaned back.

They pulled their hips back and their clits once again rubbed together. The girls then slammed their hips back together. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” they cried together.

“A… again you brute!” Stacey yelled, her toes curling against Hannah’s.

“G… gladly you ruffian!” Hannah screamed, her toes also curling against Stacey’s.

Their toes managed to lace together as they gripped each other tightly, pressing their feet sole to sole, heel to heel. They maintained pulling with their lower bodies even as they rhythmically pumped their hips together. Soon they fell into a pattern of crashing hips and rubbing clits. After around a minute of dry humping each other, the roommates held their hips together tightly.

“OoOoHhHh… HaNnAh…” Stacey muttered in a daze. ‘I’m going to… going to cum… Hannah… Let’s cum at the same time…’

“OoOoHhHh… StAcEy…” Hannah muttered in a daze at the same time. ‘Im gonna… gonna cum… Stacey… Orgasm with me…’

Their bodies fell eerily still, both girls knowing that any movement could cause them to lose the small amount of control they still held over their bodies. “I gOt YoUuUuUu…” they moaned into each other between pursed, pressed lips.

“I know… you’re about… to blow… Hightower…” Hannah groaned into her blonde, muscular rival’s mouth. ‘Even our clits are equally matched, Stacey…’

“You’re about… to explode too… Greenville…” Stacey groaned back into her redheaded, muscular rival’s mouth. ‘Even our clits are equally matched, Hannah…’

Stacey and Hannah stared deep into each other’s eyes as they took shuddered breaths, barely able to contain themselves. Simultaneously, they felt warmth fill their loins and their clits pulsed in sync.

“I CAN’T HOLD IT!!!!” Stacey bellowed, her voice reverberating through Hannah’s mouth and deep into her lungs.

“NEITHER CAN I!!!!” Hannah bellowed, her voice similarly reverberating through Stacey’s mouth and deep into her lungs.

“LET’S FINISH THIS YOU BUFF BRUTE!!!” Stacey screamed, readying her hips for one final thrust. ‘Finish each other…’

“IT’S TIME TO END THIS YOU MUSCLED MONSTER!!!” Hannah screamed, readying her hips for one final thrust. ‘End this together…’

“HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!” Their voices melded into one as they cocked their hips back and then slammed them together. Their clits met head-to-head through the thin cloth of their gym shorts, neither one yielding to the other, both bending upwards in one final mutually destructive press. Instantly, their pussies exploded, unleashing geysers of backlogged love juices. The liquid soon seeped through their pants, their cum mixing where their groins were held together. They ground together as they pumped orgasm after orgasm out of one another, quickly drenching the mattress beneath their quarreling hips.

Stacey’s mind was in disarray as she and Hannah unraveled against one another. The rationality of seizing the pumping of her hips never entered her mind as more animalistic, primitive instincts took over. For the final moments of their battle, she wasn’t Stacey Hightower the rich heiress to her family’s construction empire. Instead, she was a savage lioness, released from her cage, who was finally allowed to bring the full force of her body to bear. She felt fulfilled, powerful, happy… All foreign feelings to her, each for their own reasons. Moreso, she felt a kinship she had previously thought impossible as she felt Hannah lose control against her, equally as lost, just as vulnerable. She snuck a look at the ravishing redhead who was lost in her own world of ecstasy, knowing that she must have looked the same to her powerful rival. ‘Yes… YES… I KNEW I’d get her! You’re coming with me, Hannah!!!’ Stacey cheered in her mind as she continued to pump her hips against Hannah’s.

Hannah’s thoughts were scattered as she and Stacey bucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Pure survival instincts overtook her as she kept pounding her hips against Stacey’s, unwilling to submit to the fellow beast she was entangled with. Logic left her mind as their battle reached its finale. There were no thoughts of next day awkwardness or complications, only the desire to satiate the burning lust flowing throughout her body and that of her rival’s. In those moments she wasn’t Hannah Greenville the simple farmgirl from a churchgoing rural town. Instead, she was a fierce tigress, freed from her shackles, who was finally allowed to bring the full force of her body to bear. She felt accepted, powerful, happy… Things that she had previously not allowed herself to feel, mostly due to self-esteem issues branching from prolonged loneliness. Loneliness that was rapidly becoming a foreign feeling as she and Stacey succumbed to each other in equal fashion, both out of control, both completely vulnerable. She opened her eyes to look at her rival. The beautiful blonde looked to be embroiled in pleasure, Hannah felt relief knowing that she must have looked the same way to her powerful rival. ‘Yes… YES… I KNEW I’d take her down! We’re going down together, Stacey!!!’ Hannah cheered in her mind as she continued to pump her hips against Stacey’s.

There were no more words spoken between the impossibly equal women, only animalistic growls as they sought to fully satiate their lust and tame the sexual fury of their rival. At some point during their spasming, they managed to temporarily lock their right canines, playfully tugging at each other, and then repeating the process with their left eye teeth before releasing each other. After what seemed like an eternity for the two women, but truthfully only a few minutes, their stares met through half-lidded eyes. The pumping of their hips gradually slowed as they fought to be the last one awake. The last image of the night for either women was seeing her rival slowly close her eyes as their bodies succumbed to an overwhelming need for rest. Finally, the two muscular rivals fell asleep in a tight embrace. Their dominant hands held each other gently and their off-hands were draped over muscled backs. Their legs were still twisted, the soles of their feet were touching and their toes remained interlinked. Breasts pressed nipple to nipple and hard abs expanded and compressed against each other as they breathed. Fortuitously, their heads fell onto a pillow, lips close enough to occasionally touch between breaths. Their hips remained glued together, a term that would become quite literal upon awakening due to their drying, intermingled love juices. Utterly exhausted, yet satisfied with the outcome of the match, the rivals allowed themselves to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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I'm sorry about the spacing/lack of indentation. It did not copy over from the word document. If somebody knows how to remedy that, please let me know.

Thanks so much for writing this in exactly the style I love - slow buildup through conversation, with both characters being exactly equal in every bout of the battle.

This kept reminding me of the style that the great Morton used to write in, as I read the story.

Looking forward to many many more contributions from you!

This is your first story? You should be proud. That was incredible. After skimming to get an idea of the length I wasn't sure how much of it I was going to get through, but I ended up reading the entire thing in one sitting. If anything I didn't want it to end. I loved the relentless nature of the fight and how these two just kept going. I also really enjoyed the gradual transition from a 'test of strength' fight to a battle that was more sexual in nature as their lust took over. The build-up was really well done. The bond that they developed over the course of the fight - a passionate mix of friendship and rivalry - was probably my favorite part of the story.

Your style reminds me lot of Lotus and the equally matched characters/fights in his stories. Considering he was one of my favorite authors, it's always nice finding works similar to his, while still doing their own thing. Can't wait to see what you put out next - whether it's a follow-up with Stacey and Hannah or new characters altogether, I'll definitely be reading it.

Wow.. I mean.. wow. This is a true masterpiece, its like combining Morton, kamafight and shak.

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Thanks so much for writing this in exactly the style I love - slow buildup through conversation, with both characters being exactly equal in every bout of the battle.

This kept reminding me of the style that the great Morton used to write in, as I read the story.

Looking forward to many many more contributions from you!

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Thank you for the kind words. Being compared to Morton is not something I expected at all. Morton is legendary in these parts.

Yeah, I really want them to feel like characters that exist beyond the moment and have some depth. I want them to be different and distinct while thriving in their similarities. Most importantly, I wanted them to like each other as people. That way when they inevitably have disputes, they leave more of an impact.

One of the challenges was making the contest friendly with a healthy dose of competitiveness. The beginning of the story was so easy to write because I could just have them yell at each other or toss insults. Once that aspect changed, I really had to add depth to their dialogue. I also played around with their sizes and age a lot. College students are typically 18, but I really wanted to age them up. Also, I wanted to give them room to grow.

Hannah and Stacey, to me, are cartoon characters based upon their image set/images on Pixiv. So when I write about their proportions, I have that on the side as reference.

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This is your first story? You should be proud. That was incredible. After skimming to get an idea of the length I wasn't sure how much of it I was going to get through, but I ended up reading the entire thing in one sitting. If anything I didn't want it to end. I loved the relentless nature of the fight and how these two just kept going. I also really enjoyed the gradual transition from a 'test of strength' fight to a battle that was more sexual in nature as their lust took over. The build-up was really well done. The bond that they developed over the course of the fight - a passionate mix of friendship and rivalry - was probably my favorite part of the story.

Your style reminds me lot of Lotus and the equally matched characters/fights in his stories. Considering he was one of my favorite authors, it's always nice finding works similar to his, while still doing their own thing. Can't wait to see what you put out next - whether it's a follow-up with Stacey and Hannah or new characters altogether, I'll definitely be reading it.

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If I may ask, how long did it take in one sitting? Were there any particularly exciting parts? Are you familiar with my work on pixiv? I have an image set with dialogue only text. This story retcons some of that.

I can see the similarities with Lotus. I really don’t like making them think the same thing because I want them to feel like different people, but that did pop up a bit.

I would like to write a fight between enemies or at least girls that don’t get along, but still have Hannah and Stacey in the backdrop. Essentially I would have the new characters being written about by them as they’re both in school to be writers. I think I can do some funny stuff with that where maybe Hannah doesn’t agree with something and there’s a story break of them arguing before the story resumes.

I kind of have an inkling of wanting to write about a security officer fighting a catburglar in a museum vent, but I’m not sure how to get the security gal up there lol. I also would like to write about two female knights or two mecha pilots. Maybe a beast woman versus a tribeswoman… There’s a lot of stuff that can be done, but I want to keep Hannah and Stacey (and Liz and Katie) in the ‘real world’ while trying out some genre stuff.

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Wow.. I mean.. wow. This is a true masterpiece, its like combining Morton, kamafight and shak.

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It’s a big honor to be compared to some bigger names on this forum. Thank you. I’m really glad you liked this. You would probably like my image sets on pixiv. I’m really hoping some of the authors I’ve been fans of on here for so many years see this and like it. That would be really neat.

AMAZING first story!! Writing is perfect!

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AMAZING first story!! Writing is perfect!

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Thanks! As you know, I’m a big fan of your work, so I’m really glad you liked it.

The only suggestion I would make is formatting in a few breaks. That's a lot of text with no clear indicators for where to stop if someone doesn't have time to read it all the way through in one sitting.

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The only suggestion I would make is formatting in a few breaks. That's a lot of text with no clear indicators for where to stop if someone doesn't have time to read it all the way through in one sitting.

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I agree, I’ll have to look into where some breaks can be inserted and still feel natural.

Oh and here’s my pixiv for anybody that wanted it spartwow - pixiv

Finally got around to reading this entire story. For your first try, it is very well written.

I also came across your pixiv account where you posted this story in two parts. So moving forward, having multiple parts for a long story like this seems a good idea.

Looking forward to more of your works. Good luck and keep writing.