Evie's Webcam Show (by Jon Grey)

Evie knew why everyone had logged on. She'd bought the expensive webcam and aimed it right at her bountiful chest, even down her cleavage. She heard the bings and clicks of her instant messager, but didn't bother to look. Men (and women, she noted with a casual glee) wanted her to remove her lacy, nearly see through bra.

?What's the matter, peeps?? the blonde asked, cupping her heavy boobs and shaking them in the lingerie. ?You can see these double-Ds already. Or do you want to see them unleashed?? The predictable cacaphony of digital desire forced a grin onto Evie's face. She performed her dance, turning around so they could all see her perfectly manicured fingers dancing around the clasp. She knew her hair, cut just below her shoulder, was visible as just a few blonde locks poking down. The snap of the overworked bra was audible on the webcam, and Evie grinned as she held the bra in place while she turned around.

?All you guys and girls, you get what you wanted tonight!? She turned with a flourish, cupping her unbelievably firm breasts in her hands, jiggling the flesh as much as she could. She knew that always got a good response. This time was no different, with the beeps and rings indicating a flurry of text appearing in the bottom right of her screen. Some commented on how wonderful and full her big tits were, and some focused on the perky, thick pink nipples topping her massive boobs. She kept her eyes right on the camera , leaning over and swinging her big boobs from side to side. The session continued her teasing the audience on and on, until her time was up. She typed a cordial thank you, knowing full well it was the other way around ? they were thanking her. Evie went to the bathroom to wash up, removing the makeup she'd so skilfully applied and watching her tits shift and shake as she washed her face. She rubbed them gently, loving the softness of the skin and the firmness in their tissue.

When she finally settled to bed, she thought about all the bings and whistles from her messager and e-mails. She'd check them in the morning, she knew, and enjoy her usual orgasm.

When she woke, she didn't bother showering, instead leaning over her computer and turning on her webcam to record the session. She knew she could offer it as a bonus for some donations on her chats or shows. She pulled up the logs from last night and laughed, as the first three were all misspelled horribly. She knew that each of the chats came from one handed individuals.

?Couldn't wait?? Evie asked them under her breath. She cupped her bare left breast, loving the feel of its density. She hefted her pale flesh up, squeezing her boob gently. She couldn't help but look down, noticing her pale flesh and slightly darker nipple. She pulled on her tip as she worked her heavy orb over. Her other hand scrolled down to watch people become complimentary. As she'd done more of her shows, she noticed the drop off in cyber demands. She was disappointed at first, but soon came to realize as the population on her chats swelled that she had in fact met most of their requests, learning what people wanted. She gave the standard and vague disclaimer about having the right not to do things, but when she received a first-time request, she rarely turned it down.

She read quite a few more comments, eventually letting her big breast fall to the desk with a gentle thud as she began to focus on the rest of her comments and the next step of her morning. As her hand fell to her panties, she read a single message that caught her attention.

?Mine are better,? it said, from ?suprDDs.?

Evie paused, scrolled down, and continued, until another message from the mysterious audience member popped up. ?Floppy whore,? it said. Evie no longer wanted her morning fix, instead leaning forward to scroll through all of her messages. Both her heavy boobs brushed against the desk as she began searching the responses.

?Shake those worthless floppy bags, whore,? one message said. ?Let them hang like the udders they are.? They were all from suprDDs. Evie's frustration had shifted from sexual to anger. She wondered how many more messages she'd see, and found close to a dozen. Each one was deriding her amazing breasts, and Evie felt her anger boil over. She opened the messenger and searched for the name, finding it immediately. She shot off a message.

?Let's see your supr tits, then? Evie typed. ?Unless you're worried they'll flop off the screen.? The unknown messenger was offline, but Evie knew she (or he; she hadn't ruled out the possibility it was a phony) would get the note.

Evie went off to her job, making more tips than the other waitresses she worked with will her well placed flashes of cleavage. Sometimes, she'd do it in front of lesser endowed girls, just to show them she could take their men. And with rare exception, the blank stares usually served to prove her right. She knew of at least one unhappy woman leaving after dropping a beer on her man's head. Evie and a few of the other waitresses giggled as they watched them both leave.

By the time Evie had returned home from work, she'd felt much better. More guys had gotten a view of perfection as she shifted, even leaving the top button on her uniform unbuttoned to allow more cleavage to show. She compared her amazing chest to every woman in the place, and they all came up short, whether in size, shape, or firmness. She only did three shows a week, and so she came home and ate a bite before checking her messenger to see if suprDDs had responded.

She couldn't decide as she pulled up the messenger whether she was happy or angry. She had responded with ?Check them out, and a link that was obviously to an image hosting site. Evie rolled her eyes as she clicked it, wondering if this anonymous message was going to be a link to some pornstar's ridiculous tits.

What she saw made her pause. There was a piece of paper resting atop gigantic looking cleavage. It was a standard size, folded in half like some placard and on it was simply ?My tits, luv suprDDs.? Her tits were dark, an almost light brown, and her chocolate nipples stood out, thick and proud on her chest. Evie subconsciously felt her own left breast, comparing the two immediately.

?Nice rack,? she finally commented. ?Would love to see you in person for a good comparison.?

She knew she should have closed down the messenger, but added one more line. ?Or more,? she typed. She felt her hands immediately cup her tits as she closed the messenger down, hefting them and gently squeezing them. She did so unconsciously, and realized in mid grasp that she was trying to get a sense of her own breasts. Their firmness and size were foremost on her mind; she wanted to prove her tits were better. She stood and looked around. Realizing that she had time, Evie went to the workout room in the first floor of her apartment building.

When she came back, she immediately checked her messenger once again.

Two notes popped up. ?Anytime. I'm from your town.? Evie got a bit worried before she remembered she'd told several people watching the shows where she was. Shaking her head, she looked at the next note.

?How about the cafe?? Evie responded with the time, and sent the message. A response came back immediately, as the girl on the opposite end of the chat was online, but not visible.

?Sounds good. When's good??

?Tomorrow at seven?? she asked.

?Great,? Evie said.

They signed off at the same time, then Evie went to bed. She couldn't sleep, though. She kept flashing the image of the other woman's big, heavy breasts through her mind. She couldn't wait to see them face to face, she knew, to finally judge their inferiority.

But she was no stranger to the darker thought in her head, and she lay down, dreaming of her tits pressed into the new pair.

The day could not go by quickly enough, and after a quiet shift at her day job, she quickly made her way home to change. She decided on a regular bra; she knew she didn't need a pushup bra, and it seemed a bit cruel to embarrass her mystery rival by upping her already impressive dimensions.

She didn't mind showing them off, however. In fact, the two buttons on the top of the blouse were open specifically to show her creamy skin and the bulging interior of her too full bra. It wasn't indecent, but it was distracting. Evie couldn't resist glancing into the mirror to see her thick boobs pushing against the edge of her black satin cups. After a light brush of makeup and a quick check of her blonde hair, she began her walk to the cafe.

Her pulse was racing as she opened the door to the cafe. It was a small building, dark and cozy, and at this time of night had almost a full complement of customers. Many of them turned, and she felt herself calm as she entered a more natural environment. The women's gaze immediately turned to jealousy as they saw her displaying her amazing tits. The men of course ogled, and the girlfriends and wives couldn't immediately be angry, as they were staring, too.

Evie glanced around and saw her rival, a striking brunette with a perfect tan. Her complexion was darker anyway, an almost olive. Her high cheekbones allowed for a slightly angular face, though it was not harsh. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of a dark blue blouse, the top two buttons open. It allowed a generous view of the dark-haired girl's impressive cleavage, a valley of titflesh that definitely seemed to rival Evie's big bust. Evie snorted, realizing there was no way a girl with tits that size could match her in firmness.

?You're her?? Evie asked, sitting down with a new confidence.

?You couldn't tell?? the woman asked. Even while Evie sat, she took stock of the new blood. ?I'm Rachel,? she said. Rachel's eyes wandered over the webcam star's torso. Rachel knew about her tits, but the brunette had not expected the rest of her body to be so striking. Rachel kept her face even, unwilling to show any sign of weakness. She knew what was at play in the contest of wills, even in something so innocent as a first meeting in a cafe. After all, she mused, first impressions lingered longest.

And Evie's big breasts were leaving an impression, Rachel realized. The brunette couldn't tear her eyes away from the impressive cleavage. Rachel would have been more concerned, but even casual glances indicated that the blonde bombshell was just as infatuated with the shadows playing between her own globes.

?I admit they are impressive,? Evie said, breaking the silence. ?At least you somewhat backed up your outrageous claims.?

?Those weren't outrageous, and they weren't claims. Simple statements of fact,? Rachel replied. ?Not my fault if you're in denial.?

?My tits aren't floppy,? Evie hissed.

?Prove it,? Rachel said. Evie's mouth turned up into a sneer.

?Not here,? Evie sniped. ?My place??

?Neutral ground,? Rachel replied. Both women had forgotten any of the hesitation they'd had. The meeting went the way both girls thought it would, though neither had dreamed it would get there so fast. They both realized almost at the same instant that they needed this contest, and soon.

?Split a hotel room?? Evie offered. Rachel nodded. Both stood at the same time, and Evie saw in Rachel's eye the same spark. They were mirrors of one another as they stood.

?Cab together?? Evie asked.

?It'll save money,? Rachel pointed out. Both nodded. Neither was surprised when the first cab cut off two cars to pick them up.

They slid into the back seat. The driver, the definition of a plain looking guy, looked back two or three times in his mirror before asking for the destination.

?Sun Hotel,? Rachel said decisively. Evie felt her eyes flicker angrily toward Rachel for the audacity of not asking her, but kept her face even.

The ride was quiet, and had the ride been in normal circumstances, the driver might have gotten another button undone on either of the girl's blouses, but their focus was solely on the other occupant of the back seat. Neither woman acknowledged the stares from the driver as they sat, silent, waiting for the other to move. When they arrived at the destination, Evie left first, leaving Rachel to pay the cab driver and striking back for the hotel decision.

Rachel's anger flared, and when she turned after leaving a rather generous tip, Evie's eyebrows were raised.

?We'll split the room,? Evie assured her. The blonde turned on her heel, then moved toward the door of the hotel lobby. Rachel seethed for a moment, then took a deep breath and followed Evie's swaying ass. The receptionist was a young woman, and both Evie and Rachel put aside, just for a moment, their own competition to compare their busts with the elfish young girl. She was pretty enough, but her slight build gave both of them a strange satisfaction.

The check-in went smoothly; there weren't a lot of people in the small hotel. Both women made their way to the small, double bed room that they'd checked into. The room itself was tidy and cool,with the requisite dark covers, beige walls, and almost unobtrusive paintings hanging. Without speaking, each woman chose a bed and sat down, facing the other.. Evie pulled open her blouse first and revealed her sheer, red lace bra. She pushed her tits together gently and looked at Rachel expectantly.

?By all means,? Rachel said. ?Keep stripping. I know you're good at it, and I could use the show,? she laughed.

?You bitch. Take your top off so I can see those pretenders.? Rachel snorted, but the comment rankled her. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse, and Evie watched, leaning against the wall.

?Today,? Evie said, sounding like an impatient teenager. ?It's not like you're going to get a single in there.? Rachel's eyes narrowed, and the implication settled on her. She opened her blouse and shrugged it off.

?How do they look, bitch?? Rachel asked, but her eyes were still on Evie's breasts. Evie's full boobs were straining against a large bra, slightly pushing the slowly loosening cups away from her body. Her pale skin seemed flawless. Rachel felt herself for the first time a bit intimidated. While she knew hers was better, she'd certainly never seen a pair anywhere close, and Evie's big tits were there. Somehow they'd looked smaller on the webcam feeds, shaking and rolling around. Now, they seemed like stone monoliths, almost immovable.

Evie, likewise, was taking in the full, firm breasts of her new rival. She'd seen them in the picture, but in person, their firmness was apparent. Rachel's darker skin, whether the result of her genes or the sun, even looked smooth from a foot or two away. The plain black bra Rachel was wearing may not have been as glamorous, but it did its job well, pushing Rachel's breasts together, and with the top off, deepening the cleavage on display.

?Looks like they get you however many free drinks you want, slut,? Evie sniped.

?Yours don't?? Rachel asked. Evie sneered, but reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

Despite her desire to keep her face free from emotion, Rachel's mouth opened slightly as Evie let the bra slide down. There was little discernible bounce, though watching her big boobs on the webcam had confirmed their natural origins to Rachel's eyes.

They were, for all intents and purposes, Rachel thought, perfect. The way they sat so high on her chest, her pink tips squat and firm, made Rachel's eyes flash with a slight moment of doubt. Evie gently cupped them, shaking them just a bit.

?Here they are in person,? Evie whispered. ?Now you don't even have to perv from home. You can do it here.? Rachel realized that she'd been caught staring, but it was impossible not to. She tried to shake herself away from the impressive breasts in front of her.

Evie, on the other hand felt a rush of exhilaration and let a knowing smile flicker across her lips. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned wider as she gave Rachel's big breasts a nonchalant glance.

?Well, do we even need the next step, or are you going to stuff those udders into your bra and run off like the bitch you are?? Evie leaned forward and shook her big breasts, sending the flesh rippling and quivering across the heavy globes.

Rachel watched the shaking breasts in front of her, and she used the spark of anger from Evie's taunt to stand up. She unclasped her bra and pulled her tits away. Rachel let a grunt escape her lips.

Evie watched the brunette's quivering orbs, letting a slight ?oh? escape as she gasped,watching them in person. Again, the photograph, with all its size reference, refused to do the personal experience justice. From her thick, brown nipples to the inside curve of her big breasts, Evie knew she was looking at a pair that was her equal. There had been precious little bounce as her big boobs slapped against her chest. Rachel stood, her eyes acknowledging Evie's realization with a quick wink.

?So, is it worth your time?? Rachel asked sweetly. She cupped her breasts and gently let them slide down again.

?I think we can try the next step,? Evie acknowledged. ?But don't whine at me when you go home carrying those tits in a bag,? she added. Rachel snorted.

?I think I'll take your bra after I'm done and let everyone see those boobs flop around. Well, more than they do now, anyway,? the brunette said. Evie cupped her tits and shook them, displaying their firmness.

Both women stood.

?I can't wait to see how you look on that cam show when I'm through? Rachel sniped.

?I might invite you on to show everyone what happens to people with delusions of grandeur,? Evie shot back.

Rachel snorted and stepped forward. Evie did the same, and neither woman hid the fact that they were looking down, seeing her foe's pointed tips less than an inch away from the other. Evie cupped her breasts gently and lifted, and Rachel did the same.

Both women gasped as the electric shock of their nipples' first contact. Evie closed her eyes as she felt her rigid nipple slant against Rachel's stiff peak, both tips bending slightly against each other before sliding back into place.

?Damn,? Evie breathed. Rachel nodded, but said nothing. Her own nipple tightened even further as she brought it into contact with Evie's. They held the touch for a moment, neither woman moving as each adjusted to the feel of an equally powerful breast.

Neither woman had met someone who had rivaled them before. Their eyes flickered between the four dueling peaks between them and their faces, each hoping to gauge or sense some weakness from the other. Finding none, Rachel moved first, thrusting forward, sending her stiff points into much harder contact with the blonde's firm tips. Both women grunted as their nipples slid over the other pair. Evie thrust back, returning the blow with equal force. Again, their rubbery nubs slid and bounced off the other, sliding and spearing into the opposing areolas.

Evie looked down, fascinated by seeing a pair equal in size and apparent firmness. She knew her nipples were harder than they'd ever been, and the sexual contact was surprising to her. But she also knew that Rachel was likely feeling her nipples' hardness as well, and that the brunette realized that her inferior peaks wouldn't hold up to a lengthy battle.

Rachel had come to the same conclusion. She hated admitting that her rival's perfect boobs were on par with her own, but given that her nipples seemed to just get harder and harder, she could not imagine Evie's nips holding up to her own. They were cute, Rachel thought, but weren't as strong.

So both women went on the offensive. At first the touches were strokes, brushing each nipple over its counterpart, but within minutes, both women were stabbing and slapping as best they could. Neither pair would yield, though stiff, rubbery flesh bent and bounced with each stroke. Evie's shock at the sexual thrill of seeing a well-matched pair of nipples shifted quickly into anger as she watch Rachel's lesser tips desperately try to gain the upper hand.

Rachel likewise was focused on demolishing Evie's inferior nipples, stabbing at her areola and flicking her thick, powerful peaks across Evie's pink, lifeless looking tips. Neither woman said anything; the only sounds that escaped their lips were occasional gasps and grunts as certain strikes landed more powerfully.

Evie watched her pink tips batter and be battered by Rachel's darker pair, both delivering and receiving blows that would have looked sensual to an outsider, but was actually the beginning of the rivalry manifested. Evie's tips bent out as Rachel landed a particularly solid blow, and groaned as the brunette dug in, pushing her meaty points into her areola.

?Love watching your nips bend,? Rachel breathed. Evie sneered and scraped her bent nips to the side, forcing them into Rachel's pair. Rachel's nipples both turned to her right, pushed aside for the moment by Evie's impressive nubs.

?Yours, too,? Evie laughed. ?Weak-tipped bitch.? Rachel thrust forward again, and Evie grunted. They both pulled apart, and lined up their nips.

?I'm going to fucking grind them out,? Rachel whispered. Evie grunted as they both thrust forward, pushing the tips of their impressive breasts into one another. Both pair compressed at the nipple, pushing outward at the size at an almost identical volume.

?Let's see who's flat when we're done, you bitch,? Evie spat. Both women gripped the other at the waist, both for accuracy and to ensure the other could not escape.

?You can't soften my nipples,? Rachel muttered. ?They're too hard for your cute little nips.?

?Ha. I can't wait to watch your little tips bending and smashing under mine,? Evie laughed. Rachel shoved her tits harder into Evie's big breasts, hoping the added pressure would speed up the fight. Already, her nipples were burning from the contact, and she knew Evie's must have been as well. It wouldn't be long before one of the girls took the final advantage in the nipple fight.

Rachel wasn't wrong. Evie felt her nipples spark and throb with every contact of her tips against Rachel's. Though she could not see them, Evie knew both pair were between the mass of firm, fleshy tissue, battling for dominance.

Both women shifted their massive breasts back and forth slightly, forcing their hardened, sore peaks across the other. Rachel watched as her boobs distorted, pushing in and agianst Evie's pair. Evie noticed the glance and grinned, waiting to meet Rachel's eyes.

When Rachel did look up, Evie thrust forward, hard, sending her tough tips into Rachel's. Evie felt her nipples just slide over Rachel's peaks, stabbing into Rachel's areolas. Rachel winced at the move, and as Evie kept the pressure on, Rachel shoved forward.

Evie moaned this time, feeling the invading pair scrape into hers. Rachel's face flashed a grin, but as Evie began her push back, the smile faded. Both women could tell the end was coming, but neither had been so unsure of their victory. The next blow from both was softer, though still aggressive, as rubbery tips bounced against one another.

Rachel realized that she was going to have to force the issue, pulling back slightly to land what she'd hoped would be the killer blow. As she braced herself, she realized too late that Evie had already thought the same thing, and couldn't move out of the way. Evie had lined her tits up perfectly somehow, and landed the blow directly nipple to nipple. Rachel yelped as she felt Evie's powerful tips bludgeon her own. Evie groaned as she felt the impact of her nipples against Rachel's but both knew that Rachel had taken the worst of the blow. Evie felt her nipples laying atop Rachel's and pushed down with her tits.

Rachel felt her nipples bend, softening while Evie applied pressure. Evie pulled back so both women could see Rachel's nipples pointing down. e brunette watched as Evie's powerful tips proved their superiority, and her face fell, watching the pink nips bounced hers around a bit. Each playful tap sent a burning shock through Rachel's nipple, but as stunned as she was, she said nothing, letting Evie take the win. It had happened so fast that she hadn't processed it. Her nipples, thick, powerful, and always demanding attention from her lovers, now flopped on her chest like so much loose rubber.

?That should just about do it,? Evie whispered. ?Look at those nips next to mine now.? Evie placed her still-stiff tips next to Rachel's beaten points, pushing gently into Rachel's areolas. ?See how much firmer my big nipples are?? Rachel said nothing, but knew she was right. While she looked, her nipples softened even more, letting Evie's firm peaks push them around as if they didn't exist at all.

?But I didn't come here to prove my nipples were better,? Evie sighed. She lined her tips with Rachel's and shoved, letting her stiff tips plow into Rachel's weaker, beaten pair. Rachel's pair simply folded inward under the pressure, and Rachel wailed as her nips were crushed. ?Are they?? Evie asked, grinding.

?Yes, please stop, oh god yes.? Evie pulled away as Rachel's fingers flew to gently massage her burning nipples.

?Let's get to our real purpose,? Evie said confidently. Rachel knew the confidence was well earned. Her lifeless nipples were the evidence, and perhaps even more intimidating was the fact that the win had given her foe a bit more confidence. Rachel felt her tits diminished, even as she manipulated her softened tips with her fingers. Normally, the contact and type of attention she had been paying to her defeated peaks would have stiffened them. Even as she pulled them away, she felt the difference in their firmness, pushing up and left as she pulled her fingers away.

Evie loved the look in Rachel's eyes, and the added bonus of her pink, firm nipples besting her rivals filled the blonde with a sense of assurance that the firm mass of her breasts was about to pancake Rachel's pair. She watched as the four glands approached each other, lining up nipple to nipple.

?Ready to get flattened?? Evie asked. Rachel unconsciously looked down at her beaten nipples, and Evie laughed. ?Again, I guess??

Rachel felt a slight spark of anger, and channeled it as well as she could into the upcoming confrontation. She pushed aside the doubt that her tits were better. After all, she heard her brain say, nipples aren't tits, and you've got amazing tits. Even as she thought it, she pushed aside a smaller voice telling her she'd thought her nipples were amazing, too.

Evie tried to understand the conflict on Rachel's face, but couldn't. She knew she'd proven her superiority once, and now she had to do it when it counted. She couldn't wait to feel those dense tits soften beneath her own, she realized, pushing them out and around Rachel's gorgeous body.

Rachel thrust forward, pushing her large breasts into Evie's pair. Both women's breasts pushed outward from the point of their contact, spreading just slightly across their chest. Rachel's sore nipples forced her to wince, and the brunette turned her head away from the blonde as she felt Evie's stiff peaks burrowing into hers again. She grunted as her softened nips were pushed to the side.

?Nice firm titties, Rachel,? Evie whispered. ?Do you like mine?? She pushed her tits up with her hands, forcing them onto Rachel's pair with slightly more pressure. Rachel felt her big boobs push outward and forced her head to meet Evie's gaze. The blonde's cool eyes were confident, much more than Rachel was feeling, and she grunted as she felt Evie's thrust.

?I'd ask for surrender, but I want to feel those soft bags disintegrate,? Evie whispered. ?Let me crush your big titties.?

?Fuck you!? Rachel snapped, and shoved her own sizable rack forward. Evie gasped as she felt Rachel's firm breasts push back against her pressure, both pair fighting for position between them. Rachel's left tit pushed into Evie's right, her darker flesh overtaking, if only slightly the main position between them, while Evie's paler left breast seemed to win the battle for position. Both women pulled back, watching their breasts bounce back to their original position.

Rachel took the offensive, her doubt turning to anger, and swung her heavy tits at Evie's. The blonde had not expected the move, and Rachel judged from the groan and the way Evie's tits rippled that the blow was hard enough to have hurt. Her fleshy globes still shook as she pulled away, fighting against the pain.

Evie couldn't believe that the swing had come so suddenly. Rachel's heavy, firm teats had slammed hers aside, and Evie winced as she moved back half a step. Rachel followed, and Evie returned the swing, sending a blow careening into Rachel's big boobs.

It was the brunette's turn to feel her heavy orbs smash across her chest, a feeling accented by the smack of Evie's tits against her own. Rachel couldn't believe how heavy Evie's tits felt, nor the force that accompanied them when the blonde swung. Rachel's breasts quivered from the impact and the brunette swung back almost immediately, hoping to catch Evie before the blonde recovered. Her plan work, and she felt her big tits distend simply from the motion of her swinging. She half-wondered how her big boobs looked, swinging through the air. She wondered only a moment, instead shifting her attention to relish Evie's pained yelp as the brunette's swinging orbs blasted a direct hit. Rachel's right breast slapped into Evie's right boob, sending the stricken breast inward, toward the blonde's breast bone. The motion carried Rachel's breast onto Evie's left, scraping and smashing flesh against flesh.

Evie grunted and stepped back, watching Rachel swing from the opposite side, using her big tits like the wrecking balls they felt like. Evie felt her left tit slammed backwards, almost into her chest, as Rachel's big left breast came for the blow. Evie groaned as Rachel's right tit followed up, grinding over her newly-blasted breast. Rachel came back again, and Evie felt her right boob blown up again, flopping against her left tit.

?Look at your tits clap for the winner,? Rachel mocked. All of her doubt had faded, and she recognized the helpless look on Evie's face. Rachel watched as Evie's tits bounced and flopped all over her chest, relishing the control she was establishing over the impressive rack before her.

Evie, meanwhile, was wondering what had happened. The cow tits that she'd seen were now battering her own. She had somewhat accepted that she was not winning the fight. Her tits were being tossed and thrown around as if they were made of air, rather than the firm, fleshy globes she knew everyone saw when she walked. She wondered how her tits would look after the fight, if they'd seem as firm or perky, or if Rachel's beating were actually pulverizing them.

Rachel saw the doubt creeping over Evie's face and pressed her advantage, literally. She pushed her big boobs onto Evie's pair, smashing both into each other. She did her best to ignore the pain in her nipples as she did so, watching Evie's reddening tits push back. Both pairs of breasts pushed in, and Evie's groan was indication that Rachel had chosen the right strategy. As she pushed forward, she reached up to grab Evie's shoulders, intending to hold her in place. As she let go, Evie saw an opportunity, and out of desperation, dipped away from Rachel.

?Where are you going?? Rachel asked, laughing. Evie shot up, slinging her chest from the side at a diagonal, landing a direct hit on the underside of Rachel's left breast with the top of her right tit. Rachel's boob flung upward, and Rachel yelled out. Evie completed the swing, bringing her left breast over and around Rachel's left gland, smashing it as hard as she could with the limited momentum from the blow.

Rachel staggered, and Evie stepped forward, her doubt and fear fueling her aggression. She slung her tits up again, slamming both of Rachel's big breasts upward and into her field of vision. ?Fuck!? Rachel yelled. As Evie brought her tits up and over, still grinding, Rachel twisted her hips, bringing her own boobs in a grinding scrape across Evie's chest. Evie grunted, but returned the favor, this time pushing her tits down, trying to pull Rachel's tits towards her stomach.

Both women grunted, their flesh distending and shifting as each pair continued their battle for supremacy. Evie noticed her tits looked redder than Rachel's but also thought that Rachel's darker skin probably hid some of the blows. Both women were wincing with each pass, their tits now slapping and stretching across one another. Evie's left breast pushed down and out, slightly toward her hip as Rachel's stacked up, dropping with a bounce as Evie pushed back and pulled her own meaty tits on top.

They both grabbed each other by the waist, pushing, shifting and slowly grinding away, each determined to feel the other pair give way. Rachel grabbed Evie by the waist and thrust, slamming her big tits into Evie's pair. Evie's pushed back before the blonde returned the blow, sending both pair to their original state. They ground again before Evie sent her own thrust into Rachel's chest, pushing the big orbs up and out. Evie pulled back and Rachel prepared for her own blow, but Evie moved faster, slamming her chest forward again.

Rachel groaned as she felt Evie's tits burrowing, and ground back, shifting from side to side. Rachel's face fell as Evie grinned, both women witnessing the beginning of the end. Evie's tits gained just a slightly visible bit of ground. Determined to regain her lost momentum, Rachel thrust forward, slamming her tits into Evie's chest again. The blonde grunted, but forced her own tits back, relishing that Rachel's attempt had done little to slow Evie's advancing breasts. Rachel felt Evie's hands circle her and pull her in, and she groaned as she felt the full weight of Evie's breasts pressing against her own.

The pale flesh of Evie's tits was obviously taking over the space between them as Rachel's softening glands yielded to the firmer, stronger pair. Rachel continued thrusting, though more and more slowly. Soon, her thrusts were barely there, and Evie laughed as she shook the defeated brunette. Rachel's tits sloshed back and forth, battered by Evie's firm pair.

Rachel's eyes glazed over as Evie thrust one last time, splashing Rachel's now beaten breasts across her chest.

"Wow, it's like a half-filled water balloon. It feels nice. I might invite you over for some tit-therapy. Will you come and let me rest my big, firm jugs in your weak water-balloon titties??

?Fuck you,? Rachel whispered. Evie pulled Rachel's hands from her wrist. The brunette's hands went limp, flopping down to her mid-thighs.

?Of course you'd want that. You want the best, and I just proved I am,? Evie laughed. She shoved her tits into Rachel's again, gently, but still visibly displacing more and more of the brunette's tenderized boobs. Evie snaked her right arm between them and gently lifted Rachel's left tit up and over her own right boob.

?Watch your floppy tit now,? Evie ordered. Rachel looked down to watch her left breast drop down atop Evie's firmer tit. Rachel groaned as it shaped around the dense globe, the dark flesh spilling across before Evie pulled back to let Rachel's breast spill into the space between the two women. Rachel was unsurprised when Evie slowly pushed her big breast into her tit again. Rachel looked up dazed in defeat, and Evie pulled back.

Both women watched Rachel's tits droop. They seemed to hang lower, looser on her chest, and Evie cupped them. Rachel reached up to stop her, but the resistance was token. Her shoulders slumped as Evie gently placed the brunette's wrists back at her thighs. Rachel didn't try to stop Evie the second time, and the blonde shook Rachel's tits gently, commenting the entire time.

?They're like feather pillows, Rachel. Still heavy, but so soft. Maybe you can sling one of these over your shoulder to sleep on tonight,? Evie said, snickering as she watched the brunette's heavy boobs quiver and shake. Evie pulled them both by their still-soft nipples. ?Damn, I did a number on these,? Evie whispered. She let the big tits drop, watching the aftershocks ripple through the beaten boobs.

Rachel didn't disagree, completely broken. She had turned heads, her magnificent breasts captivating whomever sehhad wanted whenever she had wanted. Now, she felt her breasts loosely jiggling on her chest when she moved. It had been a fair fight, and she'd thought a reasonably even one after the nipple fight. Now her lifeless tips were topping her useless tits, she thought, rephrasing something she'd hoped to say to Evie after the fight. Her beautiful breasts hurt, and they looked so pathetic next to the blonde's amazing jugs. She fought back a gasp that she knew would lead to her crying. That much dignity and pride still remained.

?I'm going to take your bra, okay?? Rachel glared at her, but said nothing. Her tits were burning, and the sooner she could get the blonde out of the apartment, the better she knew she'd be. Evie grinned, knowing she'd done what she'd came for.

?Please keep watching,? Evie said, blowing her a kiss. ?And remember that your floppy tits can't keep up with mine.? Evie gently shook Rachel's big left breast again before grabbing the black bra. ?I might even wear this one next time I'm on. You want to see your bra really fulfill its purpose. Wednesday at 7. I want to let these little marks heal up,? she sneered. Evie pulled on her blouse and buttoned it, carrying both bras in her purse.

?You can keep the room tonight,? she called. ?I want to relish this at home.?

When the door closed behind Evie, Rachel collapsed, cupping her beaten boobs and sobbing.