Halloween Titfight: Two Elviras (by Jon Grey)

“They look great,” Eliza's boyfriend said. Again.

“Of course you'd say that,” the brunette shot back, her long hair cascading down to her back. The gown was snug. It was uncomfortable, but she couldn't deny the effect it had on her powdered cleavage. She swore it gave her the appearance of a new cup size. “You want to see them again.” Billy laughed and shrugged.

“I do seem to have a conflict of interest,” he admitted. She was unsurprised to feel his hands gently cup her big tits. He didn't want to ruin the costume, but even that touch forced Eliza's thick nipples out of the thin gown as the tips hardened. “And I'm really interested in watching you get out of this outfit after this party,” Billy said.

“Well you're gonna have to wait,” Eliza cautioned. “I spent a long time getting ready.”

Despite the lack of jet black hair, Eliza was positive she was going to have the best costume. Most of the people in her office were men, and displaying her tits more modestly usually got her what she wanted. This costume basically made them the star of the show. As Billy had already snapped seven or eight pictures, she knew she was going to be the center of attention. There would be wives there, but she was going to have the edge on those suburban prudes.

Across town, another woman had donned a black gown, it's neckline plunging to just above her navel. She'd pulled on the black wig to cover her short blonde hair, and had liberally applied blush to her cheeks. Her husband, who worked at Eliza's office, was going as a zombie. She'd giggled every time she'd pulled the wig on, and her husband would watch his wife's expansive bust line quiver, threatening to burst out of the costume.

“Amazing as always, Hillary.”

“You married me for my tits, didn't you Dave?” she asked. Her husband shook his head.

“Two great reasons,” he offered.

“Asshole,” she laughed, loving that his eyes couldn't leave her wobbling chest. “Stay close tonight in case this thing pops.”

“You know I love pushing those big things back into their tops,” Dave said.

“Behave,” she warned him. They both laughed, grabbed their things, and made their way to the party.

The office was decorated with orange and black paper, and much of the early conversation was trying to figure out who in the office would be pulling it down. As the party came together, the costumes became the focus of discussion.

Eliza, having arrived first, was the focus of many of the men, and she loved it. Billy, dressed as Count Dracula, hovered, not protectively, but loving the attention his buxom girlfriend was getting. She posed for a few shots, laughing with her coworkers as the party moved forward. Billy even heard one of the wives agreeing with her husband: “If I had tits like those, I'd be showing them off, too. Jeez.” Billy laughed and related the line to Eliza, whose smile simply widened.

Soon, however, whispers of an Elvira “I just saw,” reached Eliza's ears from other mouths. She shook it off, but soon the entire place was buzzing, and as Eliza had made the rounds, the newer Elvira was attracting more attention. Curious, and a bit put out, Eliza moved toward the crowd, hoping to catch a glance at the new shiny thing.

She had already made up her mind to compare her costume with the new rivals, but even she stopped in her track when she saw the black wigged woman standing and holding court among the young men of the office. Her men, she thought just briefly, so quickly that she almost didn't register it.

This was a night of social inversion, of being okay to have her big, natural boobs bulging out of her tops, and she had been sure she would be the star attraction. She took a moment to drink in the slightly taller, buxom woman. Just like Eliza's gown, the newest arrival highlighted her bust by stretching the boundaries of the dress, seemingly just to see if physics' rules were laws or suggestions.

Theoretical experiments aside, she noticed Dave wrap his arm around her. She turned to kiss him, and Eliza's eyes widened. He had heard Dave's wife was the best looking spouse in the office, but she had not expected this. She thought for a moment before her name hit Eliza.

“Hillary,” she breathed.

“Huh?” Billy asked, his eyes glued to Hillary's ridiculously exposed rack. Eliza looked down to find her own deep, dark cleavage, and seeing her own assets bolstered her confidence. She strode up to the new Elvira, and a hush fell over the gathered crowd. People instinctively realized the awkwardness of the encounter, but the men were all gawking. To be fair, most of the women were wide eyed as everyone began comparing the two huge, exposed pairs of breasts.

They almost seemed identical, and a few whispers began going up about their size, shape and firmness. The costumes were different in terms of fabric, length, but the cut down the middle of the torso were nearly the same. Each side of the cut revealed about 1/3 of the breast at the top. Their nipples were both prominent just below the supported seams of the interior cut. Eliza's looked thicker, but Hillary's fabric was heavier, which explained some of the shine on the tops of her round breasts.

Instinctively, both women took just one step closer, each judging the other woman's reaction. Neither flinched, though the points of their nipples were nearly touching. Eliza took some small pleasure that her new rival's nipples were relatively lower, given the height disparity. Eliza smiled as she looked down at Hillary's deep, inviting cleavage. No wonder she was getting stares.

Hillary's eyes were drawn to the darkness between the pale globes before her. She could feel the draw of Eliza's breasts, and couldn't believe the thickness of her nipples. She wondered what it would like to feel the brunette's big breasts against her own. She'd always been fascinated by breasts and comparing them, and remembered fondly in college putting her big boobs against those of her roommates. Two of them had left the apartment after she had humiliated them. She wondered what Eliza would look like, her tits flopping out of the costume, as Hillary crushed her one last time.

Eliza saw the predatory stare and smiled. She doubted some suburban housewife had ever been in a titfight, and while it had been some time, Eliza loved pummeling girls to steal their men. She remembered one big titted cow who had flaunted her cleavage around a guy Eliza had been crushing on. By the end of the night, everybody in the restaurant had seen her big tits, braless and mostly topless flopping around. She ended the night with a private show, playing with her while the guy she'd stolen fucked her from behind.

She came back to the present with a similar glare on her face, and both women let the tension out by gently pushing their chests together. They didn't seem to notice the crowd, but the gasp of at least two women and most of the men did get their attention. When they pulled away, both women's nipples were visible through the black fabric of their costumes.

“Maybe now isn't the best time,” Eliza whispered.

“I'll see you... later,” Hillary confirmed.

The two women walked away, leaving the room abuzz about the standoff. The two significant others involved followed their respective partners to other ends of the party.

Despite the obvious display, the party went on and as people drank more and more, they talked about the comparison less and less, instead focusing on more individual, intimate relationships. Eliza, heated as she was, noticed that Fred and Daphne left with each other, the redhead stumbling against him while holding the black heels that had gone extremely well with the ridiculously revealing french maid outfit she'd worn. His detective outfit didn't really match, but she doubted that they'd waste much time.

Those sorts of distractions led to an abrupt departure for most of the crowd, and in just over two hours, the office was almost empty. About ten people were left, and Hillary and Eliza made their way to the parking garage with their respective boyfriends.

Billy and Dave hadn't spoken, and only looked at each questioningly as the two women paused in the middle of the well lit garage.

“Well, where is this going to happen?” Eliza asked, her hands unconsciously sliding up her hips to draw attention to her prominent orbs. “We live about five minutes away,” Eliza continued.

“Let's go. And how about this — winner gets the loser's costume tonight?” Hillary asked. Eliza nodded.

“We'll talk more. That's a good start,” Eliza responded, a slow grin creeping across her face. Hillary cupped her tits and let them drop, drawing the attention of both Billy and Dave. Eliza did the same, loving the way Hillary's husband kept his gaze directly on her rolling flesh.

Each couple went to their respective cars. At the late hour, the trip through the city was even faster, and there was even parking available in the couples garage. After handing Hillary the guest tag that Eliza and Billy kept in their car, they made their way up to the apartment.

“Nice place,” Hillary said as she walked into the apartment. Eliza's home had been decorated to the roof with Halloween. Nothing terribly gaudy, but fall harvest centerpieces, and some mini gourds on the counter. There was a picture on the wall of a broken down house, but it was a nice enough photograph that it might have been part of the normal d?cor.

They moved to the living room, and in the dimmer light, the shadows around the costume seemed to highlight the flesh spilling over the edge of the revealing clothes.

“It's been a while,” Hillary said. “Shall we give our guys a good show before you end up on your knees?” Eliza's eyes didn't register the surprise that Hillary both knew what was going on and had taken the role of aggressor.

“Why don't we see how they like to see those heavy jugs on your chest flattened out?” Eliza sneered.

“Ooh, someone's feeling their wheaties. Or helium. Or whatever you use to keep those things from flopping down,” Hillary responded, her tone observational. Eliza stepped forward, and again both women felt their tits meet the opposing pair.

Billy and Dave watched as each pair of breasts struggled against the barely there costume, pale flesh spilling and bulging out of the black fabric as the women ground their tits gently.

“I'm practically pushing your big tits out of the costume already,” Eliza noted. “This is going to be easy. Maybe Billy and Dave can both have your tit pancakes for breakfast,” the brunette laughed. Hillary watched as she pushed forward, hard, and more of Eliza's big jugs began squeezing out.

“Watch your tits. They're trapped and trying to escape. Let them go. Surrender them to save them,” Hillary offered, her voice light and musical.

“I'm going to destroy you,” Eliza sneered. Both men were shocked at the different approaches. Eliza's aggression seemed even more aggressive, whereas Hillary's nonplussed reactions seemed almost bored.

“Let's see them,” Dave called, and Hillary laughed a tinkling, almost fey giggle. But she stepped back, and pulled the costume away from her breasts. Everyone in the room watched Hillary's jiggling tits fall to her chest, and as she pulled the wig off, the blonde leaned forward to free her breasts completely. They hung down, shaking, and Billy's eyes remained transfixed on a pair of breasts that rivaled his girlfriend's. Hillary looked up, finding Billy staring and cupped them as she stood. She let them fall again, their denseness slapping against the costume with a dull thud. Billy swallowed, and turned to Eliza.

He needn't have worried about his girlfriend's attention. The brunette's eyes were locked on Hillary's thick, heavy breasts. She followed the blonde's lead, pulling her costume away. But instead of leaning over, She cupped her big tits at the base, pulling them completely out and giving them a substantial shake. Dave, standing behind Hillary, felt his eyes transfix on Eliza's big round boobs, and when the brunette let her breasts finally settle, he looked at Hillary.

His wife was gently cupping her own tits, and Dave grinned, happy he hadn't been caught ogling the new girl's perfect boobs.

With their tits unclothed, both women took in the other pair to assess her opponent.

Eliza's full, round tits sat high on her chest, almost perky despite their size. Her thick, firm nipples had been hard the entire night, and both men present watched as Eliza cupped her firm breasts. The baby powder had made her cleavage paler, but most of it had gone. Her tits weren't tan, but they had a slightly darker complexion than Hillary's breasts. Her dark red nipples were at the center of half-dollar sized areolae, dead center of her firm boobs. The bounce she'd forced when presenting her huge orbs was not indicative. They barely bounced.

Hillary smiled, but wondered if she'd bitten off more than she could handle. She could see those wrecking balls doing a lot of damage. They sat nice and firm. Hillary looked down at her own boobs, joining Eliza in assessing them.

While Hillary's didn't look visibly as firm, her breasts were heavy and dense. The massive thud against her costume still rang in Eliza's ear as the blonde hefted her left breast in her left hand. The flesh was obviously thick and dense, and while she knew that she had the better pair, Eliza also knew that this was going to be a pretty heavy fight.

Eliza stepped forward first, satisfied she'd won the first stage of the contest. She was sure that seeing her firm, perky, natural tits sent Hillary into a defensive mindset. Eliza preferred aggression when she fought, and tonight would be no different. It may take a while, Eliza reasoned, but there was no reason she couldn't grind or batter the softer-titted woman into submission.

Hillary was cautious, but she'd beaten women like this before, she thought. She pushed back the thought that it had been several years, and likely her tits had begun to soften with age. Eliza's big, firm jugs seemed heavy and solid. Rather than wait for Eliza to begin attacking, Hillary slung her big boobs from the left, sending a massive shot into Eliza's unsuspecting right tit.

Eliza yelped in surprise and pain as her right tit shook and wobbled from the impact. Both breasts flattened at the point of impact. Eliza's big boob was pushed up and out, away from the center of her chest and the brunette felt Hillary's left breast slap more gently against her own left tit, the momentum slowing as the blow connected. Eliza still felt the sting, and the brunette pulled away to send a slam forward, but was met with another tit punch as Hillary reversed her field and sent her big boobs right back into Eliza's left tit from the other side.

“Ow,” Eliza yelled. Hillary drug her big tits across Eliza's firm tits. The blonde made sure her hard nipples flicked against Eliza's stiff, thick peaks, and the brunette winced as she felt them scrape. Eliza was getting frustrated, and it boiled over. When Hillary began swinging again, Eliza turned her torso and slammed forward. Her aim was good, and the brunette's big, thick boobs slammed into the sides of Hillary's swinging tits.

Both men winced at the loud slap. Each woman's costume was swinging around them, and they did look almost ethereal as their costumes swirled around their legs. Their pale flesh, especially relative to the black costume was all the more enticing melding together as Eliza tried to pin Hillary's big, shaking boobs with her own firm pair.

Hillary groaned as she felt those dense boobs burrowing into her big tits, hating that Eliza had gotten her tits trapped. Eliza continued to push and shove, grinding away at Hillary's breast tissue, forcing another groan from the short-haired blonde. Hillary twisted her torso and shoulders, and both women groaned as their big breasts ground against each other.

Billy and Dave were treated to a show, watching their significant others surrounded in billowing robes as they smashed their best assets together. Flesh spilled over flesh, and Billy groaned as he saw Hillary's mounds fighting against Eliza's big breasts. His girlfriend's tits had seemed firmer, even stronger as the fight had gone on, but the blonde was pushing back, her costume swishing behind her, almost serpentine as it wrapped around her legs. Hillary's heavy jugs bulged out as Eliza forced the issue. The brunette groaned as she felt her flesh displaced momentarily, stepping back to let her full breasts get some relief.

Eliza saw Hillary's move as a sign of weakness and slammed forward. Hillary grunted as she watched Eliza's big, firm tits push their way into hers again. Hillary pulled away again, and as Eliza pulled back to slam forward, the blonde grinned, ducking then slamming upward into the base of Eliza's firm boobs. Eliza's tits shook wildly as Hillary stepped to the side, and before the brunette finished groaning, another slamming breast hit Eliza's tit, sending it shaking wildly once again.

Hillary kept her tits in contact with the brunette's big orbs, feeling her flesh roll and swim over Eliza's buried boobs. When Eliza thrust back, their breasts splayed out slightly, a more noticeable bounce in Hillary's pale flesh. Hillary slid her tits down, under Eliza's, with the intent to slam up. Eliza beat her to it, and shoved her firm boobs downward. Hillary groaned as she felt the brunette's tits begin burrowing onto the top of her boobs.

“Such great pillows,” Eliza hissed, though her own tits had been reddened from the swinging strikes Hillary had managed to land. She steeled herself with an image of the blonde on her knees, suckling Eliza's superior tits while describing to Dave how much better her boobs were. She wondered as she tried to simply flatten Hillary's already squishy tits, if they'd be up for a more dominant display, with Hillary servicing Billy. Eliza groaned as she realized she wanted the blonde on her knees, and in the moment of reflection, she failed to notice the big titted blonde girl, leaping up.

Hillary's costume flared out behind her, the loose robe almost creating an image of wings as she rose. Eliza's attention returned just in time to feel Hillary's heavy, dense flesh slam into her own pert boobs, and the brunette's groan shoved her backward. Hillary kept on the attack with a swinging blow from the her right, sending her right tit into Eliza's exposed right jug. The brunette's tit slammed into her left boob, causing both to quiver. Hillary pulled back and slammed forward, causing both of their sizable racks to balloon out again.

Both women looked down, though Eliza's view was a painful one as she took the brunt of the blow. Both pairs of tits seemed to meet at the same point, and Hillary grinned. Her softer boobs had seemingly pummeled them into equality, and her own tits were not aching as much as she'd thought.

Hillary's robe settled down behind her, and Eliza forced herself to the offensive, leaning backward slightly to push her thick boobs into Hillary's tits. Hillary groaned as she felt Eliza's warm flesh begin pushing into her globes. Hillary wondered what it would be like to feel her tits fail, and as Eliza's big boobs began sliding in further and further, she realized she didn't want to know. An image of Dave, stroking himself to Eliza as she finished Hillary's tits off sprang into her mind, and the blonde leaned down to slam her tits upward again.

Another uppercut stung the underside of Eliza's big rack, sending both of her sizable breasts toward her chin. Eliza groaned, surprised that her opponent had managed such a strong blow so quickly, and was still shaking herself out of it when another blow, this one from the left, sent her big left breast into her right with a smack.

Eliza looked down, sure she'd never seen her big tits quiver like they were at that moment. Hillary's tits were boulders, it seemed, crashing into her firm, but reddening teats. As Hillary readied herself for another blow, Eliza twisted, and the tips of Hillary's boobs brushed against the sides of Eliza's tits. Eliza felt Hillary's hard, thick nipples scrape across her soft skin, and winced as her tender boobs were pushed.

Hillary hissed as she felt her nipples bend slightly against the grazing blow, and both women stepped back.

Billy and Dave watched in wonder as both women gently squeezed their breasts as though surveying the damage. Neither of the men had seen something like this, and only the presence of the other man seemed to keep them in check.

The two Elviras stepped closer, their pale flesh hanging over the sides of the gowns. It was a teenage fantasy for the two men come to life as they brought their breasts to meet nipple to nipple.

“I'm going to end you,” Eliza sneered.

“You going to bring in a ringer?” Hillary quipped. “Because you're not getting anywhere with those,” she said, glancing down between them.

Eliza sneered at her, but looked down to see both pairs of breasts lined up and then she pushed forward. Hillary grunted as she felt Eliza's tits trying to burrow again, and Eliza slowly reached up to grab at Hillary's forearms. This time, the contact was almost erotic, as each woman felt their nipples brush against the other pair. Each pass sent tingles and shocks through their breasts, spreading a slow warmth through their limbs.

Hillary couldn't believe how much stiffer her nipples seemed as they flicked against Eliza's big teats. She looked down to watch Eliza's thick nubs push against her own boobs, pushing her soft flesh inward until the pass had ended.

Eliza groaned as she felt her own tips bent slightly during the pass, and sighed as she felt her turgid nipples pop free. As both their boobs popped free, each woman cupped their big tits. Without warning or even eye contact, the two Elviras sent their huge chests into the opposing pair at the same time. The resounding thud was dull and wet, and both women groaned as their big boobs flattened at the point of contact.

Hillary winced as Eliza kept her tits in contact, and she felt the brunette's arms begin to reach around. Hillary didn't know if her sore boobs could survive a hug, but she also knew she was more suited to box with her big, heavy tits, so she did just that. She twisted slightly to the left and put all she could behind a short, stiff blow. Her big left breast slung out and slammed into Eliza's right tit, forcing the latter's flesh outward. Hillary's heavy right jug shoved against Eliza's perkier looking left tit, sliding over as both women groaned.

Eliza's arms had stopped moving, so Hillary pulled back. As the brunette tried to regain the ground she'd lost, Hillary was able to roll her shoulders from the right to send her boobs into Eliza's. Elzia groaned, and Hillary turned to the right. Hillary's robe began swishing beneath the blonde, creating a whirlwind of black, lacy fabric.

The slight whisper of the robe moving beneath the two women was soon drowned out by the rhythmic thuds and slaps of Hillary's big tits against Eliza's. Eliza began to try to meet the blows, but Hillary felt the resistance and whipped her entire torso around from the hips. This time, the base of the gown flew up around her, creating an eerie and impressive sight for the men. The blow slammed Hillary's boobs square into Eliza's tits, and the brunette groaned.

Billy winced as he saw his girlfriend's tits fly up toward her face. Eliza let out a low, deep groan, and Hillary smiled as she felt her opponent's hands weaken their grip on her arms. The blonde kept up her rhythm, and soon Eliza was simply groaning. Her tits were reddened, and Hillary began slowly shoving her big tits into Eliza's beaten rack.

“Oh, no,” Hillary teased. “I seem to have beaten your big titties,” she said. Hillary cupped her big breasts and set them on top of Eliza's defeated orbs. Eliza groaned as she felt the weight of Hillary's victorious breasts pushing down on her own. She felt her tits giving way, and she leaned back. Hillary let her pull away, ignoring the intense discomfort as her own tits flopped down onto her chest with a smack.

Eliza knew on some conscious level she'd been beaten, but part of her couldn't admit it. She didn't know how to respond as Hillary came in again, this time gentle and slow, and the brunette only watched as Hillary's big, dense tits pushed hers aside. There seemed to Eliza only a token resistance offered by her big jugs, a moment of hope before her proud boobs pancaked under Hillary's superior orbs. Hillary sighed as she felt Eliza's tits flatten, the loser's flesh spilling out from under the victorious tits.

“Who's the best Elvira?” Hillary finally asked, looking down at her conquest.

“You are,” Eliza blurted out. “Your tits are better, and your costume was better,” she groaned as her tits remained crushed beneath Hillary's dominant pair.

“Good. Take off the costume. Dave, give her a hand.” Billy's pained expression was obvious, but Hillary couldn't tell if it was from watching his weak-titted girlfriend lose or the massive erection pushing his pants out.

Hilllary pulled away to watch her husband help Eliza out of the costume. There was some accidental brushing of Eliza's big boobs, causing the swollen tits to bounce and shake as the costume slid off. In Dave's hands, the formerly striking outfit looked simply like a collection of cloth.

Eliza stood in her own apartment, obviously uncomfortable in just her panties. Hillary smiled at her nearly-nude conquest and strode to her, gently placing her tits into Eliza's softened boobs. Instinctively, Eliza backed away, and Hillary smiled as though she'd been expecting the reaction. The blonde's hand went to Eliza's shoulder and gently pushed. Eliza gave the victor a baleful look, but leaned in to take Hillary's stiff nipple into her mouthHillary sighed. Her sore breasts relished the attention that the beaten woman lavished on her.

Hillary made sure to keep Eliza at it until everyone grew uncomfortable, pulling the brunette's head between both of her proud tits until Dave coughed. As Eliza stood, Hillary smiled.

“I like your costume,” she said. “Beaten slut is going to be all the rage next year,” she laughed as she closed the door.