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On a remote and secluded beach in the exotic lands of the East, two women—Tifa Lockhart and Mai Shiranui—find themselves in a confrontation neither expected. Both masters in the arts of combat, renowned for their beauty and strength, they are drawn into a fierce rivalry that takes an unexpected—and perhaps inevitable—turn when, rather than just fists, they decide to resolve their differences with their proud, well-endowed breasts. With their bodies and egos on the line, they push each other to the limit, determined to prove who is truly the strongest and bustiest, all while a storm looms closer, threatening to engulf them both.

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For decades, Mai and Tifa have reigned as two of the most iconic and fantasized female characters in video game history, captivating thousands of gamers not only with their fierce combat skills, but also with their striking, curvaceous figures. Their most distinctive feature, always brought up for debate among fans, has been their impressive busts, which have made them the ultimate eye candy of their respective franchises. Now, in this thrilling narrative, the ultimate fantasy comes to life: a breast-to-breast confrontation between these legendary and busty beauties. Prepare for a battle like no other.

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Chapter 1
A Blessed Spot

A gorgeous young woman emerged from the trees and stepped onto a lonely cove beach on the southeast coast of the island of Onogoroshima, her silhouette framed in the soft tones of the late winter sun. The golden rays were beating down on the empty shore, casting a smooth glow on the sand and on the ocean littered with rocks and, in the distance, small islands. Surrounding the cove were dense clumps of trees, and the same breeze that formed gentle waves on the sea moved whisperingly through their leaves. Despite the season, the afternoon was warm because of a heatwave that had been raging in the area for three days, but the black clouds moving on the ocean horizon already announced that the weather was about to change drastically. Still, the girl wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to sunbathe, even if it was only for an hour or two.

As she walked barefoot along the shore, her feet sank gently into the malleable, hot sand, leaving delicate footprints with each step. Her long hair swayed in time with the movement of her body and the ocean breeze, falling down her back to her waist like a silken waterfall, so dark brown that it looked black in the shade. As the brunette usually did, she had tied at the tips of her hair to form a distinctive dolphin-tail split, and covered the right side of her forehead with a flattering side-swept bangs hairstyle.

Her name was Tifa Lockhart, the unrivaled beauty of Nibelheim, the famous owner of The Seventh Heaven, the crushing fists of AVALANCHE’s insurgents. That day, however, she was only a visitor in the realm beyond Wutai, which the wise men of her land called Nippon. They said that in that country there were special places, with a different energy, where a sorrowful soul could find peace. That beach was one of those blessed spots, she had been told by some villagers. Just what Tifa needed.

The reality is that the natives would never confess to a foreigner the existence of that sacred site, but men are always men, and the woman’s beauty had quickly loosened their tongues. It wasn’t surprising, since Tifa had always attracted attention wherever she went. Her face, framed by her magnificent hair and enhanced with a soft golden eyeshadow and nude rose pink lipstick, was extremely beautiful, with delicate, feminine features that captivated the eye, warm brown eyes, a pleasant little nose and full, heart-shaped lips. But anyone who looked at the young woman for more than a couple of seconds would also notice the power of spirit that her face exuded, for behind her eyes were reddish glints of a strength that was dangerous to awaken. Her nose twisted slightly when something bothered her, and out of her mouth didn’t always come her usual kind and empathetic words, but sometimes a few people—always beautiful women—were able to make the young girl spit out arrogance and contempt, something unbecoming of her.

Tifa’s body was the perfect example of that fusion of delicacy and strength. At 1.67 meters tall, the brunette had a slim silhouette full of feminine curves, but also tremendously fit after years of training kickboxing, taekwondo, muay thai and gymnastics. The perfect balance of beauty and muscle was evident from all the fair flesh exposed by the bikini she was wearing, which revealed toned arms and legs and a flat, hard-as-steel belly, but also a narrow waistline and wide hips. The bikini bottoms were black and so tight that they emphasized Tifa’s protuberant, gym-toned buttocks and even her generous mons pubis, but it was what the white bra could barely contain that made Tifa really special.

There were two powerful reasons why The Seventh Heaven was the most popular bar in her hometown and the surrounding cities, and Tifa didn’t even need to look down to see them, for she felt their dense weight all the time. She had always been very proud of her bust, so large that only reinforced F-cup bras could hold it up, and sometimes barely. It was happening at that instant with that bikini, whose straps, although double on each side, were stretched over the girl’s strong shoulders to the limit of their weight capacity. It wasn’t a particularly small bra, but it seemed so in comparison to her boobs. But Tifa’s breasts weren’t adored just for their substantial size, but for how incredibly firm they were even though they were so massive. In addition, Tifa’s preference for the color white when wearing tank tops and bikinis had another spectacular effect, as the light shade always made it easier for her nipples to stand out against the fabric—not that she needed to be horny or have cold to make them harden, as they were naturally thick and long.

Taking a deep breath of air, Tifa sat down on the warm sand. The sea breeze was gentle, so she closed her eyes, letting the sun kiss her skin as she began to relax. She didn’t sense any sacredness or strange energy in the place, but the simple calm around her was enough to feel comforted. Even so, she couldn’t quite shake off the weight of the unpleasant events of the past few days. Tifa sighed as she recalled the unpleasant feeling of having lost control when she learned that her best friend had been flirting with her boyfriend, but she couldn’t help smiling with the guilty pleasure of knowing that she had smashed Aerith’s pretty face with her bare fists. Tifa had snapped, so she knew that she had let the worst of herself come out, but she still had no regrets. But she had to get away from home, at least for a while.

Tifa took a breath again, seeking to sink back into a state of total calm, but something caught her attention. It was a soft sound, which she immediately recognized as footsteps in the sand. Tifa opened her eyes and, turning her head to the left, saw a figure emerging from the line of trees at the edge of the beach, the bare feet touching the wet sand of the shore. The other person was so absorbed in watching the storm clouds in the distance that didn’t notice Tifa’s presence.

She was a woman, but not just any woman, for her dazzling, undeniable beauty left Tifa momentarily stunned. Her skin, a little tanner than hers, glowed in the sunlight there where her red bikini didn’t hide the flesh, and her brown hair, pulled back in a very long waist-length ponytail, flowed like a silk ribbon in the air. The middle-parted fringe delimited an attractive face, with captivating, sharp dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and fleshy lips that were slightly curved, as if on the verge of a smile that Tifa thought that it had a touch of arrogance. Like herself, the stranger didn’t need much make-up to look spectacular, wearing only a soft nude pinkish lipstick and some red eye shadow.

The body of the girl was more than a match for such a fabulous face, and it didn’t take Tifa long to realize that the good-looking female was built in the likeness of herself, in a way that was undeniably feminine yet powerful. From that distance, she was sure that they were both the same height and weight, and she didn’t need more than a quick glance at her legs, arms and shoulders to know that the other woman was in a state of fitness that could only be achieved with a lot of exercise and training. That was especially obvious when Tifa checked out her bare abdomen, so tight and flat that she could almost feel every muscle under the skin.

But the other brunette wasn’t only physically fit, but she also had some astonishing curves that Tifa had only thought possible in a body like her own. Her red bikini was so similar to hers that the girl from Nibelheim found it easy to study the newcomer’s curves and compare it to her own, but she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip in frustration at the sight of how the daring scarlet fabric hugged perfectly over full hips which tapered upward in a natural and charming curve to reach a slender waist. A second later, Tifa felt a certain blush on her lovely cheeks as she took a look at how accentuated the other girl’s mound of Venus was. Her cheeks reddened a little more when the stranger, still unaware of her presence, stopped for a moment to turn towards the sea. Tifa could then see her incredible ass, as round, supple and strong as her own.

However, not even all those spectacular curves and toned muscles had prepared Tifa for the sight of the breasts of the other brunette. The rounded shape of her bosoms looked heavy and large, and could barely be held up by the red bikini top which, just like Tifa’s, seemed to be dwarfed by such sizeable attributes. And yet, from the way they sat on her chest, it was obvious that the thick volume didn’t detract from the firmness of the flesh. That puzzled Tifa, who had met very few women as well-endowed as herself, but none with the gift of her solid density. As the young woman resumed her walk, approaching her obliviously step by step, Tifa realized that there were two nubs, one in the center of each breast, pushing tautly, flauntingly against the fabric of the bikini bra. Licking her lips, she knew it was her nipples, which looked as formidable as her own pair.

Instinctively, Tifa got up from the sand, never looking away from that athletic but still feminine specimen of a woman. There was a certain confidence in the way the other brunette moved that she found annoying, but it was the comprehension that for the first time in her life she had encountered a female who seemed to match her in that rare combination of raw sex appeal and physical power that began to disturb her. Tifa felt compelled to acknowledge that the stranger could be perfectly her body double, and took comfort in knowing that the facial features, the hair and luckily also the color of their bikinis managed to distinguish her from the other brunette.

And then, as if suddenly sensing Tifa’s presence, the stranger finally turned her gaze away from the storm and locked eyes with the beauty from Nibelheim. The shift in the atmosphere was instantaneous as the other girl slowed her steps. Tina felt the intense gaze of her brown eyes like a nudge, and immediately knew that she wasn’t welcome on the beach. There were also glimpses of something else in those increasingly dilated pupils: curiosity, irritation, pride, and a hint of what seemed to be frustration. All those feelings heightened when the newcomer looked down and brazenly examined her body, without Tifa needing the ability to read minds to know that the uncanny resemblance between figures was throwing the scarlet bikini beauty off—she could certainly relate to that.

Tifa felt her heart rate increase, her muscles tense involuntarily, but she still maintained her composure as the other brunette kept coming at her. Feeling that she had to do it, she placed her hands on her wide hips and thrust out some chest, and the other beauty pushed her heavy chest out a little more in response. Perhaps it was a side effect of having been involved in a constant battle as an AVALANCHE’s militant, but Tifa found herself seriously thinking that the encounter between women who didn’t know each other was about to turn hostile.

The other girl stopped just a few steps away from her, and Tifa could feel the soft warmth coming from her smooth skin. Without knowing how, at that moment Tifa was able to see beyond the defiant gesture in the other brunette’s features, somehow knowing that that face used to glow beautifully with empathetic eyes and smiling lips, even if now it was all seriousness. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was prejudging the ponytailed beauty, but as soon as a quick glance down confirmed that they both had the same height and, apparently, the same measurements, she felt that any bridge of understanding between them had been blown away. It mattered nothing what they were like beyond the limits of that lonely cove, so the air between them immediately became thicker with more unspoken tension, as if the mere fact that two such similar bodies and personalities could exist in the same space defies reason and all that was kind in the two busty girls.

The red-clad woman’s eyes then flickered downward, undeniably tracing the lines of Tifa’s figure with a blatant and unapologetic gaze. Unable to resist the impulse, Tifa returned the favor, her pupils wandering over the other curves to realize that absolutely every part of her own sexy body—eyes, mouth, bust, waist, navel, hips—perfectly faced every counterpart in the other female’s body. Even at that point, she still couldn’t believe how evenly they measured up.

However, of all that the twin body in front of her had to offer, Tifa found herself unable to look away from a particular pair of virtues, no matter how hard she tried. Up close, it was physically impossible not to notice how the red bikini cups and the two double straps struggled desperately to contain the fullness of a pair of breasts that were undeniably too weighty and big for them without the assistance of some sort of reinforcement. Tifa didn’t dare deny the evidence that the brown-haired stranger was extraordinarily well-endowed, but her eyes narrowed with a hint of arrogance as she told herself that she was larger in that department.

“What are you doing here?” Finally, after an eternity, the other woman broke the silence. Her voice was smooth and melodic, similar to those Tifa had heard all over Nippon, but hers had a strong edge of confidence and sultriness.

“I don’t know you and I don’t owe you an explanation,” Tifa responded calmly but firmly, though unable to avoid a touch of irritation. She had come to that secluded beach in search of peace, nothing like that.

“You do if you’re trespassing,” the girl in red shot back. “This place is sacred, reserved only for natives. Like me.”

“Natives?” Tifa echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Funny, because it was the locals precisely who told me how to get here. They seemed more than happy to help.”

The posture of the other young woman visibly stiffened at her response. Instinctively, Tifa looked back down at the other bosoms, just to find that the nipples that she had spotted before now seemed a little thicker against the fabric of the bra. She found herself wondering dirtily how long they could get when the girl got excited.

“This isn’t just any beach.” The retort came in a low, almost threatening voice. “It’s a place of peace, a refuge. And you’re disturbing the balance here.” She said as her eyes fell back on Tifa’s breasts, lingering on them for a moment too long before locking her gaze with hers again. “You’re dressed very inappropriately to be here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Tifa’s eyes widened at the bold accusation, a reddish glint beginning to glow at the edges of her brown irises. Brazenly and contemptuously, her gaze roamed over the other body again. “Have you seen your little red bikini, girl? It’s just like mine!”

“That’s different, don’t get confused,” the other woman replied. “I’m from here, and I know the meaning of this place. And you’re an outsider who thinks that can come to this beach dressed in that skimpy bikini.” A flash of lightning crossed the sky at that moment. “See what you’re triggering?” she concluded, pointing to the distant storm.

“You know what?” Tifa said. “If this place is supposed to be so peaceful, maybe it’s your attitude that’s disturbing it. Maybe that whole thing,” she also pointed to the tempest, “is your fault.”

The arrogant woman’s sexy eyes seemed to flare at her words. Tifa watched as her large boobs began to rise and fall, the red fabric tightening with each breath, accentuating her already pronounced curves. The native beauty immediately returned her gaze in defiance, and Tifa felt her examining her breasts again. It was clear that something was brewing between them that was neither pleasant nor serene, and that somehow the two pairs of large virtues were responsible for a large part of it.

“It’s clear you think you’re something special, prancing around in that white and black bikini like you own the place.” The red-clad girl hissed while her lips curled into a sneer. “Well, I’m not impressed.”

Tifa decided to take some kind of initiative, so she reacted with the first idea that popped into her head. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing up and accentuating the fullness of her generous assets. As expected, the other woman looked down at her brazen display. Her eyes narrowed with undeniable rancor for half a second, but she quickly pulled herself together and returned her gaze to Tifa’s increasingly reddish eyes. The girl from Nibelheim allowed herself to smile smugly.

“I think you are,” Tifa mocked.

“I don’t know what you’re so proud of,” her rival grunted. In response, her arms crossed under her own bust in an equally cocky pose and, although Tifa knew that that was a desperate attempt to even things up, she couldn’t help but let her eyes show a momentary twinge of resentment at how impressive the other breasts looked pushed up like that. She still didn’t understand how those huge glands didn’t pop out of the bikini cups. “You think a flashy bikini and a bit of attitude are enough?” the other woman continued. “Please, you’re nothing more than a girl whose only thing that is oversized is her ego.”

Tifa immediately took a step forward, and the woman in red mirrored her, leaving both brown-haired beauties barely another step away from contact. The space between them seemed to crackle with electricity, and the storm in the background seemed to answer with its own lightning. Tifa’s heart raced and every well-trained muscle in her body strained as she listened to her opponent’s last words in her head over and over again. She still couldn’t believe that she would have had the audacity to somehow imply that her breasts weren’t as large as she thought they were.

“You’ve got some nerve.” Tifa’s voice dripped with disdain. She straightened up proudly, dropping her hands to her waist as she pushed forward her bust to support her next words. “Do you really think you intimidate me with those fake insinuations and your high-and-mighty attitude? You think you’re better than me for wearing a bikini smaller than your size to make you look bigger than you really are?”

“You didn’t just say that…” The native girl again imitated Tifa’s pose while her eyes narrowed, the two beauties again exchanging a quick glance at each other’s fat bosoms. “I don’t know who you think you are, but let me make one thing clear: I’m not going to let you question these.” She looked down at her twin virtues as she arched her back a little more. “No one has ever done it before, and a second-class foreigner isn’t going to be the first.”

“I question whatever I want,” Tifa hissed. “And, honestly, it’s pathetic to try so hard to pretend you’re not jealous.”

“Oh, please,” the other woman groaned. “It’s you who can’t stand the fact that I’m just bigger where it counts.”

Tifa noticed her eyes getting a little redder—the more her blood ignited, the more her gaze acquired its scarlet color, covering the brownish tones. She was amazed at how quickly their boobs had become the focus of their fast-paced rivalry, all accusations about disturbing the sacred site dismissed without a second thought. But deep down, Tifa understood that if two women so proud of their great attributes met in such tiny bikinis, something could be derailed.

“Bigger where it counts?” Tifa grunted through clenched teeth, her heavy bust rising and falling with her increasingly agitated breathing. “That’s why you haven’t stopped eyeing these,” she added with a short, intent glance at her own chest, “since we met, right?”

“You’ve been doing the exact same thing, girl,” the local woman groaned as she looked down at her own large hard-nippled chest to emphasize the point. “You’ve been sizing me up since before I even laid eyes on you, haven’t you? Pretty obsessed, huh?”

“In 21 years of life I have never met anyone as arrogant as you,” Tifa complained.

“Well, at 21 years old, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone as arrogant as you, so I guess we’re even,” her rival replied.

After the mutual accusations, the beach was silent, with only the sound of the gentle waves and some thunder rumbling over the ocean trying to distract the two women from the most intense gaze that had passed between them. Tifa knew that the situation had reached a stalemate, and that she now had only two options in front of her: defuse the situation, either by ignoring the red-clad beauty or even by leaving…or do what she was best at doing. It didn’t take her a hundredth of a second to choose the path of the fists.

“You have no idea who you’ve messed with,” Tifa spat out with superiority, her eyes almost red all over. “You’re about to learn a hard lesson. I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot here.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that unless you want to pick a fight, missy,” her enemy said in a voice charged with condescension. “You’re too confident for someone who doesn’t even know who she’s talking to.” She straightened her posture so much that Tifa seriously believed that her breasts would bounce out of her bikini top. “My name is Mai Shiranui, Nippon’s most dangerous kunoichi, master of ninjitsu, expert in close combat, and this body,” she flaunted, gesturing to herself with her right hand, bringing it down from her fat boobs to her full hips in a deliberately slow, cocky motion, “well, this body has never been defeated in battle.”

“Tifa Lockhart,” she immediately countered. “The most fearsome fighter in the entire Nibel Area, master of Zangan-style martial arts, also expert in close combat, and this body,” she mimicked Mai’s smug gesture, “yes, this one, has never been defeated in battle.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Mai insisted. “I’ve taken on warriors bigger and stronger than you, the king of fighters themselves, and here I am.”

“And you think I’m afraid of you?” Tifa’s jaw tightened. “I’ve fought soldiers, monsters, and things you couldn’t imagine, and here I am.”

For a long, charged moment, neither of the two busty rivals spoke. The storm was approaching, growing stronger and louder, but neither of them flinched as the wind howled, stirring their long hair and whipping it around their faces. A flash of lightning lit up the horizon with a dozen electric branches as the waves hit the shore more violently.

“Guess, we have to fight, don’t we?” Tifa finally said. “This will be a nice warmup…”

“With a body and strength like this, you thought you had a chance?” Mai replied. “Come on and fight!”

Chapter 2
Of Pride and Flesh

The two women moved at the same time. Both raised their right legs in a quick kick toward the other face, but they crashed into each other. Neither gave way from the impact as they kept their legs taut in the air, testing each other’s strength. Tifa cursed the power that she felt in Mai’s muscles, but as she locked eyes with her, she knew that her red-clad adversary had the same surprised impression. Then, in synchrony, Tifa and Mai switched positions, dropping their outstretched legs before throwing their others against the opponent, the sand flying around the warriors—but the outcome was the same.

There was no pause in the battle, and their fists flew next. Knuckles crashed against each other in rapid succession, the barrage of punches predicted and countered with precision. Tifa ducked to dodge a fast hook from Mai, and she replied throwing an uppercut that her nemesis evaded with a backward lean. Trained chops deflected attacks to sides and bellies, and when one of them tried to knee the other girl, the other stopped her with her own knee. Both were swift and skilled, and their blows carried the load of their toned muscles behind them—but, even so, none of them made an impact. They were perfectly matched.

The storm escalated, the howling wind hurling sand at the bikini-clad fighters, thunder and lightning exploding in the sky with fury. Tifa’s eyes flashed bright red in line with the violence of the tempest, the formidable warrior unable to believe that Mai was avoiding and parrying all her assaults. And yet, it was something much more mundane that most puzzled Tifa: no matter how much Mai’s ample breasts swayed and bounced with the woman’s every movement, they surprisingly stayed within the red bikini cups. The incredible firmness exhibited by her boobs helped to keep them in place, but all of that was also a sign of the incredible control that Mai had over her own body—and bust. Of course, Tifa could feel the weight of her own chest. Normally she wore a tight-fitting top to support her larger assets when fighting, but she quickly managed to adapt to the increased mobility of the small bikini, and even began to take advantage of the momentum generated by each sway of her bosoms, enhancing the fluidity of her movements. Anyone would expect such voluminous breasts to be a hindrance to the girls in action, to slow them down or make their movements more cumbersome. But it was quite the opposite.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. With the storm roaring in the background, both beauties lunged forward at the same time. Neither of their fists landed on the other’s face, because their boobs collided forcefully together beforehand. The sudden, accidental frontal collision jolted Tifa and Mai and, with a groan of surprise, they both recoiled as if they had received an unexpected electrical shockwave.

There was a brief, stunned silence that even the storm seemed to respect. Several paces away from Mai, Tifa felt her full-sized boobs throbbing and her nipples hardening after the blow, the firm, weighty pressure of her rival’s bust having robbed her of some of her breath. She would never have thought that breasts could hit harder than fists. Tifa brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she risked a glance out to sea, where the storm was already obscuring the entire firmament. She knew Mai was right about the sacredness of the place, but at the moment none of that mattered to her.

“Is this how you fight?” Tifa finally said. “Using those to distract your opponent when your fists and kicks don’t work?”

“It was you who interrupted the fight with that ridiculous contact,” Mai countered. Tifa could tell by listening to her voice that the breast clash hadn’t been without consequences for her either. “I bet you use those all the time. No wonder the locals showed you this place. You probably flashed a smile and let them get an eyeful, didn’t you?”

“That sounds more like something you would do,” Tifa hissed, casting a contemptuous glance at her enemy’s body. “I’m not the one strutting around in that ridiculous red bikini to get attention.”

“The pot calling the kettle black…” Mai began to walk forward with slow steps.

“Just shut up.” Tifa also approached her foe.

They both stopped so close to each other that their large breasts were almost touching. Tifa saw Mai glance down at both pair of boobs facing each other, and she didn’t hesitate to do the same. Tifa’s full red eyes carefully watched the rise and fall of Mai’s breasts, which mirrored her own, and the stiffness of nipples and the abusive amount of volume that they both carried. From so close, it was easy to compare the flesh on display, though arriving at an answer was more complicated.

Maybe a minute passed, or three, Tifa couldn’t tell, but as if they had agreed without words, the two girls raised their eyes at the same time to lock them together. Then, with a deafening thunderclap for company, and without breaking eye contact, Tifa and Mai leaned in slightly, her fat chests brushing against each other’s, nipples first. The contact was subtle at first, but the weight of it, the unspoken challenge behind it, was impossible to ignore.

Both busty beauties gasped softly into each other’s plump mouths as they kept pushing forward, as nipples somehow avoided each other and tried to penetrate the firmness of flesh. Tifa tensed, noticing how her boobs pressed against Mai’s, both pairs massive and unyielding. It wasn’t the first time she had pressed breasts in a confrontation with another woman, but that time the other bust had real weight, had real resistance, so her owner wasn’t going to be cowed by Tifa’s substantial bosoms that easily. The consolation she had was that Mai’s brown gaze exhibited deep down a fire full of resentment at what she felt, a fire that she couldn’t pacify.

“You’d better back off,” Mai finally growled as she leaned toward Tifa. “Or else you’re going to regret this.”

“Regret what?” Tifa replied, matching her antagonist’s movement. “You don’t scare me so, if you don’t move now, you’re the one who will suffer the consequences.”

The pressure between their chests built, with neither woman relenting. Tifa wasn’t sure why the two of them had stopped exchanging blows so quickly, but there was a certain magnetism now that she couldn’t fight against, a certain toxicity that she reluctantly wanted to taste. Mai’s arrogant words, and she had to admit her own, had dragged them both there.

“Well?” she said just before Mai opened her mouth. “Still feel so confident now that you can feel what you’re up against?”

“I’m feeling just fine,” Mai grunted back. “In fact, I would say that this just proves that I was right.”

“That’s not what I’m feeling at all.” Tifa’s tone was calm despite the animosity burning inside her. “But if you think you’re so much better down here, then prove it.”

“Fine.” Mai growled, Tifa’s challenge narrowing her gorgeous eyes. “If that’s how you want to play it, then let’s settle this once and for all.”

The sky darkened as the first clouds, the advance guard of the storm, finally covered the sun. Tifa felt a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, that now smelled of impending rain, and a shared understanding between her and Mai that the fight was going to be unlike any other. No martial arts training would work now, and no punch would settle who won and who lost. Licking her lips, Tifa understood that, for the first time in her young life, that was getting into a battle of pride and flesh.

With hands on hips, they began to push for real. Their large breasts pressed tensely together, but there was no surprise that time as both girls were both fully prepared for it. Still, Tifa gasped as she noticed the fullness of Mai’s immense bust battling against her own, and she couldn’t help but admit that her rival’s boobs felt quite even with hers in terms of size and firmness, although she kept telling herself that hers were superior in every way. Her thoughts seemed to be reflected in Mai’s look, which blended amazement and overconfidence. Neither spoke, their silent battle waged between defiant stares and strained boobs, the pressure building and their breaths coming in short gasps.

Tifa’s panting soon grew heavier in unison with Mai’s as the effort of her titflesh to take space by assault increased, but it was the rawness of the full bare-skin-to-bare-skin contact that left her most on edge. The thin fabric of the bikinis barely protected part of the lower half of the young women’s dense boobs, leaving them too exposed to the enemy, so that even the slightest movement of either of their bodies sent ripples of piercing sensitivity through the beauties. Even after barely half a minute of dueling, Tifa already knew that the female contest wouldn’t only be fought against Mai’s firm flesh, but also against the burning sensations that, provoked by the connection of fat breasts, threatened to overwhelm her.

Gritting her teeth, Tifa used all her fighter’s focus to restrict the effect of everything that made her skin crawl as she continued to lean forward and thrust, all the time feeling the hard compression of Mai’s bust against hers. She didn’t give a single centimeter to her enemy, but neither did the woman in red, their warring breasts barely squashing a little on their softer surface, but remaining unyielding in their solid core. Tifa had been in enough fights to know that it’s easy to leave an adversary at your mercy once you destroy the armor protecting them, so she knew that what she was feeling firm against her boobs was precisely what she needed to beat to pieces.

Tifa’s pulse quickened as she raised the stakes and started to deliver short blows with her own breasts. The cool wind wrapped around them with a moment of violence, but Tifa hardly noticed as Mai began to hit back, her prominent bosoms ramming into hers in close quarters, full of determination and confidence. The impacts were short, with neither pair of glands even completely disengaging from the other before the collision, but it was enough for both busty beauties to start sweating and moaning softly. Tifa noticed her fat boobs jiggling a little in her white bikini, bump after bump, and hypnotically saw the same reaction on Mai’s torso, although the firmness of the attributes still prevented them from spilling outside.

“You think you can handle this?” Tifa ended up asking between her teeth without slowing down the percussive rhythm of the intense, pride-fueled contest.

“I’ve handled worse,” Mai grunted back with a sharp edge of challenge in her voice.

Tifa then saw Mai take the initiative that time. Moving a step to the right, she anchored her foot in the sand, the grains jumping through the air as the local warrior threw her chest sideways towards Tifa’s. Seasoned in a thousand battles, Tifa quickly matched the movement, stepping to her own right, and the two women found themselves bumping the sides of their left breasts together. The blow was hard, a solid exchange of young flesh that echoed above the thunders and forced both girls to grunt in pain.

“Tell me again about how you’re bigger,” Mai hissed as the two of them circled each other, giving and receiving breast thumps, head to head, side to side. “I dare you!”

“I am bigger,” Tifa replied smugly, her body perfectly attuned to Mai’s in the mutual task of demolishing each other. “You have provoked this fight just by not accepting it!”

With the roar of the waves crashing violently against the rocks drowning out the sound of their chests colliding, the sexy women remained committed to the constant pounding of boobs, their feet digging into the sand and leaving deep, uneven footprints. Sweat flew from skin to skin after each collision, and groans intertwined each other in tone and volume while Tifa absorbed the cruel force from Mai’s bust over and over again, ensuring that nothing went unpunished. Around them, the wind howled, rattling the trees, blowing grains of sand and the first raindrops over their bodies as the storm almost reached the cove.

“You think this is enough to take me down? Well, think again!” Tifa’s breathing was ragged, but that didn’t make her defiance sound any less unshakeable.

“Keep telling yourself that, girl, because it’s clear you don’t stand a chance against me!” Mai countered. “Against mine!”

“You bitch!” Tifa cried out, her tongue tasting like poison. She herself couldn’t believe such an outburst, for she had never before said the b-word to another woman—not to Scarlett when the cruel blonde tried to humiliate her slapping her face, not to Aerith when she tried to steal her boyfriend. But Mai’s self-satisfaction about her body, about her breasts, had pushed her beyond that threshold, driving not only her muscles and curves, but also her own personality, to the edge. She had already crossed a line that she had never known existed before by getting into a breast-only duel against her busty foe, but now she had just crossed another, turning the fight into something much more personal and primal. But far from feeling guilty about it, Tifa found a dirty and liberating satisfaction flickering in her gut.

“You…” In front of her, Mai narrowed her eyes, letting Tifa know that her insult had struck a nerve. At that moment, the Nibelheim beauty realized that they had both stopped the combat, throbbing boobs against throbbing boobs, though she couldn’t remember at what point they had done so. “You’re the only bitch here,” the local warrior emphasized, the b-word ringing odd as it slipped between her full lips, as if she wasn’t used to it, either. “You have perverted a sacred place and all that is honorable in battle,” she accused, “and for that you’re going to get the punishment you deserve!”

A deafening thunder split the air, shaking the entire cove, right with Mai lunging forward with her breasts. Tifa barely had time to react before she felt the full weight of Mai’s incredible virtues crashing against her large bust like a battering ram. Both girls screamed in pain, with Tifa stepping back several paces before digging her feet into the sand. With a fierce battle cry, she retaliated and lunged at Mai, and the vicious impact of flesh globes made them howl again. That time, however, it was the woman in the red bikini who withdrew as a series of lightning bolts flashed over the battle arena.

“You bitch!” Tifa and Mai shouted in unison, throwing themselves into a brutal exchange of breast blows with everything they had. There was no room for restraint or mercy as the heated bodies clashed hard together with bone-rattling strength, forcing moans of pain that a blood-red fury stifled. The adversaries’ assaults were fast, chaotic and erratic, their boobs attacking head-on, from the sides or from above without any tactics or technique. Tifa didn’t care that she was out of control or that all her war training had been set aside in favor of the more devastating weapons at her disposal, because her deep desire to destroy Mai’s greatest prides was the only thing that mattered.

The storm arrived. The rain began to fall in sheets on the girls, streams of water running down their bristling skin, and a terrifying bolt of lightning extended its electric fingers from the dark sky to strike several trees in the cove, casting the curves of the belligerent bodies in a stark flash of light. Somewhere the crackling of fire could be heard, but all of Tifa’s attention was on ramming fiercely her plump boobs, now soaked with water and sweat, against Mai’s drenched pair. Not even the sand under her feet, now thickly muddy and slippery, slowed her brutal breast attacks.

“I’ll show you the meaning of strength!” Mai’s scream echoed over the storm as the woman bent her knees to thump her breasts under Tifa’s. She howled with pain as she felt her heavy glands bounce roughly, that time seriously threatening to escape from the tight prison of the white bikini.

“I’ll smash them!” Tifa retorted, twisting her torso to strike sideways with all her might. Mai exhaled a cry of agony, the raw impact throwing her breasts to sway to the side with such force that the local beauty almost lost her balance. “It’s only a matter of time before you give up!”

“I never give up!” Mai gasped. “Especially not to someone like you! Not against yours!”

Despite the haughty pride of the girls, the long minutes of excruciating, desperate breast-fighting in the rain began to take their toll. Tifa could feel her strong legs being exhausted as they kept her obstinately standing on the mud hard blow after hard blow, but that was nothing compared to the agonizing effort her upper body was exerting, led by her formidable boobs and the taut muscles that supported them. Her firm wet flesh burned under a hot throbbing pain that she could only ignore by looking into Mai’s brown eyes, where she saw the same muscle collapse, the same agony.

The impulsive, almost primal struggle finally pushed Tifa and Mai over the brink of their endurance. After a shattering double collision, the two hugged each other in torment before falling to their knees, where the muddy sand received them. Breathing heavily under the downpour, the rivals rested their chins on the other shoulder. Tifa noticed her bosoms squeezed against Mai’s, and cursed how firm and hard the red-clad beauty’s bust still felt after the abuse. But her own chest, despite being bruised and tender, throbbing with a dull pain, still stood proudly upright on her torso, still tight and solid, so she knew that her ego still had every reason to boast.

Still breathless, Tifa silently squeezed Mai’s body in her arms some more and, with a soft grunt in her ear, the other woman replied in kind. The pressure between warm breasts grew, and for a moment it would have been difficult to distinguish where one big bust ended and the other began it not for the contrast between white and red fabric. Tifa felt the heat radiating from her enemy’s flesh, a burning that not even the rain could cool, and against which the fabric of her soaked bikini top, close-fitting as a second skin, barely offered protection.

But there were some overheated spots compared to the rest. With some discomfort, Tifa readjusted her shoulders gently as Mai’s nipples pushed against the flesh of her boobs, the milk rods stabbing through the bras like sharp daggers. Somehow, Mai’s nipples had grown much larger during the fight, but Tifa had to admit that her own sexual spears also felt more erect than ever as they pushed in revenge against the big bosoms of her nemesis. She told herself that all that was nothing more than a reaction to the thrill of the duel, or at most perhaps a simple stimulation from the rubbing and clashing of breasts, but nothing beyond that—at least on her side. But still, Tifa found herself thinking that her nipples were thicker and longer than the other girl’s, as if that mattered too.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap boomed over the women, breaking Tifa’s focus on Mai’s nipple-hardened glands. She turned her face slightly and, in the depths of her red eyes, flickers of light danced—a reflection of the fires igniting in the small islands of the ocean. She understood that the wave of destruction that the hatred and jealousy between them was causing was spreading far beyond the sacred beach. She saw Mai look in her direction, her brown eyes widened in surprise.

“Look at what you’ve done,” her rival accused before turning her face and pressing against Tifa nose to nose. “You couldn’t just back down, could you? You had to push this far just because you couldn’t handle the idea of someone being bustier than you…”

“You’re the one who couldn’t let go,” Tifa spat back as her knees slipped a little, sinking a bit deeper into the muddy sand. “You’d rather destroy everything than admit that your tits,” she savored the word in her mouth, “can’t beat mine. This is all your fault.”

“Don’t think for a second that your tits can take much more from mine,” Mai said. “It’s only a matter of time before yours gets flattened.”

“If anyone’s going to get flattened, it’s you,” Tifa replied. “My tits are going to crush yours.”

The rain began to ease off. Tifa didn’t need to know how magic worked at that end of the world to know that the sacred place was giving them a way out. They had only been without fighting for a moment, and that seemed enough to stop the dangerous storm. But as soon as she noticed her own fingers unconsciously touching the back knot of the other beauty’s red bikini bra, Tifa knew she didn’t want to leave that secluded cove in peace. She couldn’t remember ever being pushed to that limit, either physically or mentally, and certainly no other battle had ever come close to something so personal. As the heroine she was, she would look for a way to fix all that chaos later, but first her dark side needed to squash certain proud boobs into submission.




Chapter 3
The Ultimate Test

The rivals remained locked in their exhausted hug, their seductive bodies covered in sweat, for a full minute. Tifa’s right hand kept touching the back knot of Mai’s bikini, until she noticed that the other girl’s fingers began to casually fiddle with the knot of her white bra. At that moment, Tifa felt something akin to vertigo, for she was suddenly aware that, if either of them wanted to, they could leave their nemesis topless right then and there, with all that it entailed—the highest of stakes.

Tifa’s heart pounded in her chest as she considered her next move. But it was a mutual, unspoken understanding that caused both busty warriors to slowly untied their bikini knots. Tifa noticed that, for once, the arrogant Mai wasn’t saying a single defiant word, and she herself felt that the action spoke louder than any challenge—the determination to take the fight to an even more personal and raw level was declaration enough. Thus, in complete silence, the beauties slowly but determinedly tugged at each other’s bra strings, their fingers slightly trembling and their breaths increasingly nervous as wave after wave of tension ran through their bristling skin. In front of Tifa, Mai extended a smug half-smile, but her eyes flashed with a certain nervousness, and she herself became torn between being sure that Mai would lose all her pride and pretentiousness once she saw her amazing naked breasts, and doubt as to whether Mai’s nudity would be too much for her to take.

“I can feel it,” Tifa said quietly as she brought her second hand to work on the complicated knot—with all the weight they both handled, their ties were tightly entangled. “You’re afraid. You know that once we get these knots undone, there’s no turning back. And you’ll realize the mistake you’ve made comparing your tits to mine.”

“I don’t think so, you tramp,” Mai whispered while Tifa felt a tug on her bikini from behind. “I must have slammed your tits so hard that it’s affected your head if you really think that, when these come out, you’re going to have the upper hand.”

“You whore,” Tifa grunted. “You’ve been hiding behind that red fabric and your inflated ego, but now I’m about to expose every bit of that false confidence you’re clinging to.”

“I can’t wait to see your face when you realize how far out of your league you are, when there’s no doubt about who is bigger where it matters.” Mai’s voice was laced with nasty disdain.

“I’m going to shut your fucking mouth, you cocky cxnt.” Tifa’s fingers managed to slip under the knot of the red bra, and the next tug loosened it enough for her to hear Mai’s breathing hitch for a second. “Not even in your wildest dreams can your tits match mine in size…or in a real fight.”

“Big words for someone about to be completely embarrassed,” Mai shot back as her fingers slowly loosened the knot of Tifa’s bikini top. “We’ll see how confident you are once this is over, little bitch.”

The rain slowed to a light drizzle over the women as they leaned over each other to look over the other shoulder and work resolutely on stripping the opponent first. But each knot resisted, soaked and slippery from rain and sweat, forcing Tifa and Mai to squeeze their heavy bosoms again tightly together as they pulled over and over again. Tifa cursed under her breath, determined to be the first to finish the job, but with the threat of Mai’s fingers finishing first stalking her.

Finally, after one last desperate tug, the knots gave way at once. Tifa felt time slow down as the soaked fabric slipped away from both torsos, her breasts suddenly freed from the tight cloth. In that instant, the two women pulled away, separating their bodies as they leapt to their feet and took three, four steps backward, their fat and nude glands swaying firmly, powerfully on their torsos.

Tifa’s heart pounded under her exposed boobs as she gazed at Mai’s topless body for the first time, her red eyes unable to tear themselves away from her nemesis’ chest. The delicate rain slid down the formidable curves, which rose and fell with each gasp, in a flaunt of how big, full and firm they were. Tifa had never seen a woman with such impressive breasts, with that impossible combination of enormous size and lack of sagging, with the exception of herself. The skin tone of the contending glands was just as tanned as the rest of Mai’s body, letting Tifa know that the arrogant local girl used to undress them in the sun to bronze them—she wondered if that was precisely what she had come to do on that beach before the unexpected encounter.

A few signs of the savage confrontation from earlier were visible on both pairs of breasts, with slight reddened areas where their big weapons had clashed. Tifa also noticed some marks of what looked like stabbing, and it didn’t take her half a second to recognize that it was the work of their stiff nipples. At the center of her bosoms, surrounded by large areolas, Mai’s pink sexual shafts stood out in taut erection, so defiantly long and thick that Tifa lowered her gaze for a moment to see if her own nipples were up to the task. She was surprised to realize how hard she was, more so than ever before in her life, but she found no problem with that, because in that way she was sure that her own nipples would were perfectly matching Mai’s in mass and tone.

In a couple of moments that Tifa managed to look up, she watched as Mai stared at her large breasts with the same level of scrutiny, obviously comparing and judging volume and strength, shape and color. Although Mai’s gaze was insolent and condescending, there was also something of jealousy that made Tifa puff out her bust smugly.

“Are you really proud of those things, you bitch?” Mai broke the silence as she glanced down at Tifa’s chest. “For all your verbiage, I expected them to be bigger and firmer…”

“Bigger and firmer than yours, for sure, if that’s what you’re asking,” Tifa replied. “Now that you don’t hide them, it’s clear that your girls have nothing to do against mine.”

“Oh, keep lying to yourself, but we both know yours barely kept up when we were bumping them, and now look at them: battered and bruised,” Mai grunted. “It’s not going to take much to make her saggy.”

“You’re so sure of your ugly tits that it’s going to be a pleasure to finish smashing them, you dirty slut,” Tifa spat out. “Yours have been wobbling all over the place while I’ve been pounding it with mine, so it won’t take me long to get the job done and leave yours completely flat and flabby.”

The two busty beauties approached each other step by step on the muddy beach. At that point, the storm seemed to continue to give respite, throwing on them only a little rain and some wind, although Tifa knew it would harden as soon as she put her throbbing breasts against Mai’s again with aggression.

“By thew way, nice nipples you’ve got there,” Mai said. “I’m giving you a hard-on, maybe?”

“What are you insinuating, bitch?” Tifa hissed. “Look at your own hard nipples before you talk shit. Are you into women or what?”

“Don’t project your insecurities on me, you whore,” Mai counterattacked. “What you see is a real woman’s nipples, big and strong, just like everything on me.”

“Not as big and strong as mine,” Tifa retorted with scorn.

The rivals stopped a short distance from each other, their long nipples just a slight movement away from each other. Tifa swallowed saliva as she saw that, at such close range, Mai’s bare bust looked dangerously massive, but she consoled herself with the knowledge that her own pair had everything she needed to end that intense fight in victory.

“Well, you asked for it,” Mai challenged. “If you really think those little nipples give you an edge, let’s see it.”

Tifa knew what was coming, for she herself was thinking of making the same move. Her eyes fiercely met Mai’s with fierce determination and, with a growl, they both brought their erect nipples together, tip to tip. Both howled at the contact, but the exorbitant vanity in their feminine attributes held them together, quivering against each other. Tifa pushed forward, and felt Mai’s response through her nipples in the form of painful pressure. In no time, both pairs of erogenous spears were on fire but, incredibly, they didn’t bend, not one iota, so powerful were they in that state of peak stimulation.

“No more hiding behind fabric or fancy talk. It’s just you and me now,” Tifa groaned through gritted teeth. “Let’s make it hot.”

“I’ll give you some heat,” Mai responded. “Don’t cry to me if you get burned.”

Tifa’s chest muscles tensed as she leaned forward to force her rival back with only her nipples. As she had predicted, the rain began to intensify, and lightning returned to the cloudy sky, but the only thing that bothered her was that, every time she shifted the weight of her breasts to one side or the other, Mai responded in kind, keeping her two pairs of long nipples perfectly matched.

“Is this really all you’ve got?” Mai sneered almost as if she could read her mind. “You’re not going to move mine, no matter what you try.”

“You’re already trying, you tramp, and you’re not getting anywhere,” Tifa shot back.

The inertia of the duel made them circle each other, their piercing nipples pushing together as Tifa kept trying to find some kind of advantage. However, she was unable to break the cycle: each time Mai blocked her assault, her hard nipples always annoyingly in the way, but the immediate retaliation of her rival also failed to break through her defenses—no matter how much they pressed, none of the nipples gave way.

In the end, nothing was decided, for after a mutual furious nipple thrust, the four pointed weapons slid past each other, scraping side against side in an explosion of sensations that made both beauties moan aloud in the rain. Tifa felt with pleasure how her nipples dug into Mai’s areolas, but at the same time the other girl’s spears impaled her own, again forcing both of them to whimper, although that time with an almost horny edge. The sensitive areolas, identical in size, rubbed together as Tifa locked hands with Mai and both shook their shoulders to make sure to stab the other boobs with their nipples over and over again.

“You feel it, bitch?” Tifa grunted.

“I hardly feel anything from you, cxnt,” Mai replied.

Spreading their arms crosswise, the two beauties pressed together in crushing pressure, large breasts against large breasts. Tifa felt her whole body throbbing as she felt for the first time the fullness of Mai’s bosoms pushed naked against her pair, the sweat-soaked struggle now taking on a new level of rawness. No matter how hard she pushed, none of the four glands yielded more than a slight superficial squashing, and never ever did she notice her bust overtaking Mai’s in volume, so evenly matched were the women in that department.

“Looks like you’re not as big as you think you are, Tifa,” Mai exhaled, and Tifa could only shudder at hearing her name for the first time in the mouth of her nemesis—somehow, Mai made it sound almost like an insult.

“I have a pair of Fs,” Tifa grunted back, confessing her cup size with pride. “Of course I’m as big as I think I am, Mai.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Mai replied. “Mine are Fs, yours are not even close.”

“Your so-called Fs can’t handle the weight of my tits,” Tifa accused. “My girls are much firmer and heavier than yours.”

“Liar!” Mai grunted just before pushing Tifa. The two women separated a few steps before Mai rammed with her breasts. Tifa thrust her own chest out in time for the impact, but even so the shattering clash of naked flesh sent her staggering backwards.

“Whore!” Tifa howled, rushing towards Mai to return the favor, her solid and throbbing glands crashing into her big counterparts with a loud impact that pushed back an unsteady Mai.

“You sow!” her nemesis cried and, less than a second later, she was charging again.

The most competitive breasts in the hemisphere collided together in an outburst of flesh and rain. Between screams and gasps, without any oral challenge, Tifa and Mai engaged in an agonizing battle where they practically boxed with their boobs, where each gland was thrown against the other with as much force and angle as possible. Tifa immediately understood how difficult it was to handle so much of her own and Mai’s weight without the bikinis, but that didn’t slow down her attacks, all the muscles of legs, torsos and shoulders at the service of her fabulous bosoms.

The intensity of the confrontation grew as lightning and thunder returned to the cove, but still, the wet, slapping sound of clashing breasts echoed above the storm. For countless minutes, the girls fought each other with a raw determination, without fatigue or pain pushing them to surrender. Unable to articulate a single word, both roared breathlessly, blow after blow after blow.

Then, for the first time, the eternal stalemate of the women’s war was broken in favor of one of them. With a sudden, calculated burst of energy, she delivered a shattering side knock with her boobs, throwing Mai into the air. The native beauty fell to the wet sand and rolled two, three times before coming to a stop not far from where the waves were breaking, the entire surface of her skin—except for her beautiful face—now covered in slippery mud.

“So this is it, huh?” Tifa managed to say between gasps, her topless body standing proudly, her aching fat breasts rising and falling with each gasp. “I guess now we both know who has the best tits, don’t we?”

“No at all,” Mai’s brown eyes burned furiously. Tifa watched her foe’s massive smeared bosoms heaving as she caught her breath, and could only admit that even after that reverse, they still looked incredible. “We have not finished yet…” Mai pushed herself up slowly. “I’m going to make you eat those words!”

“You know your limits, Mai?” Tifa mocked.

“Underestimating me is a mistake, Tifa!” Mai spat out.

Without another word, Mai lunged at Tifa. The beauty from Nibelheim barely had time to brace herself before Mai was upon her, and the two busty women collided breasts to breasts once again. The elements reacted to the fury, a mighty wind whipping the women under the deluge as they again exchanged blows. Tifa cursed Mai’s sand-plastered bosoms, for they made them more slippery against her thumps, and could only wish that the rain would wash the flesh clean enough to strike them properly. But after a dozen chest-to-chest hits, it was her breasts that ended up just as muddy.

The fight became chaotic, Tifa’s feet slipping and sinking as her glands pounded and were pounded relentlessly. The sensation of the rubbing of the rough, wet grains of sand against her sensitive skin was aggressively abrasive, especially in the sore state her perfect bust was in, so Tifa was quick to add more chest-to-chest friction to make sure Mai suffered the same. Her rival soon rubbed up against her as well, every challenge that each one issued immediately accepted by the other, and the agonizing women’s duel turned into an alternating exchange of bump and brush.

With several flashes of lightning streaking across the cloudy sky above their heads, the two beauties battled against each other for a few minutes until Tifa felt a shocking smack of Mai’s large breasts against the underside of her own pair. Helplessly, she was thrown backwards—to her surprise, she fell into the sea with a splash, the cold shock of the water rushing over her body.

Tifa lost her bearings underwater for a few seconds, but finally managed to stand up, finding that the ocean was just above her hips. To the right and left, several waves were rushing to die on the beach, but a large rock at her back protected her from the force of the sea. With a grunt, she pushed her sodden dark hair away from her face, and then she caught sight of Mai standing at the shoreline, the other girl with a triumphant expression in her face, her bruised but still firm bosoms swollen with pride, her nipples stiffer than ever. Tifa looked down at her own breast, and saw it almost clean of sand, large and hard despite the beating, her own nipples more than ready to receive the pressure of Mai’s as equals.

“You’re going to regret this,” Tifa articulated, but her words only made Mai smile wickedly.

“Didn’t you say we both already knew who had the best tits?” her opponent scoffed. “Because I certainly know for sure. You really can’t complain about my shape, can you?” she added as she grabbed her heavy bosoms, her fingers unable to encompass all the wet flesh.

“You bitch!” Tifa grunted as she began to wade out of the water. “Not throwing in the towel!”

“That’s your mistake, dirty tramp!” Mai hissed, launching herself forward with ferocity. The move caught Tifa off guard and, a second later, both bodies collided with a smack of flesh against flesh before crashing into the water.

The angry ocean engulfed them, but there was no pause, there was no moment to catch their breath. The fit bodies tangled together under the water, Tifa feeling Mai’s crushing embrace around her torso as she wrapped her arms and legs powerfully around Mai in retaliation. Both women twisted and turned in the murky water before they surfaced, rolling over each other on the shallow end of the beach. Panting and spitting water, Tifa and Mai forced their bodies together boobs to boobs, trying to mount each other in vain—whenever one of them tried to impose herself, the slippery soaked skin worked against her, though not as much as the pressure of the other fat glands.

“Gotcha!” Tifa shouted in a moment where she pushed Mai against the shore and, under a series of thunderclaps, she rose up on one knee let her big breasts fall hard against Mai’s.

“No!” Mai was quick and managed to push her back before, knocking them both into the sea again.

A desperate and frantic struggle broke out between the battered women, their bodies slipping and crashing with one another, always bust to bust. Rain pelted down from a sky now as dark as night, and the wind howled as fiercely as the exhausted forms of the warriors battled, the water splashing wildly around the soaked girls. Tifa could barely hear their heavy breathing above the waves—she had never felt so at the limit of her strength before, but she could sense that Mai was also close to collapse.

Suddenly, what Tifa was so afraid of, what had never happened to her in a fight before, took place, and one of her muscles ended up yielding. Her right leg could no longer hold out, and Tifa found herself falling on first one knee, then the other. Her strong arms were still locked around Mai as she effortlessly pulled the native woman down with her, Mai’s muscles failing her as well.

Hugging each other on their knees, with the sea licking their bodies at the level of their warring nipples, the girls stopped the hostilities, gasping for air under all the elements of the storm. Tifa didn’t know how much more she could take—for the first time in her life, her bosoms didn’t feel wholly firm, as the insistent pounding from Mai’s set of breasts had managed to weaken them. But she needed only one experimental squeeze at that moment to hear Mai moan uncomfortably, to feel that her rival’s boobs also felt less hard now. Everything was still to be decided, though time was running out.

“We’re not done yet,” Mai mumbled almost breathlessly, her brown eyes fixed on Tifa’s reddish gaze. “I’m going to settle this issue between our tits here and now, slow and tight. We’ll see whose will soften first, Tifa Lockhart.”

“You’re on, Mai Shiranui. We’ll both know who has better tits once and for all.” Tifa declared with an almost broken voice. “This conflict between us ends now, and I’ll be the one to close it.”

“No more games,” Mai whispered under the rain. “Just our tits squeezed together, until you give up.”

“You mean until you give up,” Tifa spat out. “You’re going to feel this one!”

The final round of the breast fight began with a quick and mutual squeeze and twin screams. Tifa couldn’t believe the strength Mai still had in her arms, but she managed to match her muscle for muscle. But in her aching breasts, there was no relief possible. The two pairs of glands thrust hard together as never before, part of them underwater, part above, and their nipples pushing against each other with destructive stiffness. The screaming continued as the two beauties harmed each other just with their best attributes, and it wasn’t until moments later that they managed to reduce them to moans and grunts.

Still, neither gave up, their newborn rivalry burning with such fire that not even the terrible storm could quench it. Tifa felt Mai’s arms trembled as her foe tightened even more her grip around her back, and the two girls gasped almost mouth to mouth at the increasing pressure on their breasts. Tifa accepted the pain as a warrior, aware that she had come too far to turn back, and returned the pressure to make them both moan again.

“Give up,” Tifa asked, her voice strained while making sure her thick nipples stabbed Mai’s.

“Not a chance,” Mai hissed through gritted teeth as she returned the tight pressure between hard nipples. “My tits won’t lose to yours.”

“Then you’re screwed, because I won’t stop until my tits win,” Tifa growled.

“Neither will I,” Mai responded. “So you’re the one who’s screwed.”

Both kept their promises, at least for ten long minutes. Tifa felt her large bosoms penetrate more and more the firmness of Mai’s assets, but to her disgrace her own breasts were also yielding more and more hardness to her rival’s momentum. Her nipples bent two or three times against Mai’s, forcing her to throw back her head and moan at the black clouds, but at least she managed to force Mai’s long nipples to curve just as many times, humiliating her back.

The agonizing duel had one more surprise in that last moment, more unexpected than anything else. Even years later, Tifa was unable to remember who started it, but at the moment when the storm was unloading its whole fury on the sacred beach, at the moment when both sexy women were most out of breath, Tifa found her full lips locked onto Mai’s mouth—both beauties were kissing each other, but not with love, but with hate.

“You lesbian bitch,” Mai accused just before Tifa felt a warm tongue lick her wet lips. “Are you sure you want this? Because I’m better than you in every facet!”

“Nasty dyke,” Tifa hissed, sucking Mai’s tongue. She had never kissed another woman, nor had she ever wanted to, but she told herself she would do anything to beat Mai. “Don’t think this is going to help you escape the beating I’m giving your tits! I’ll outkiss you too if necessary!”

The two exhausted beauties started biting mouths and licking each other tongue to tongue, but Tifa soon realized her mistake. Mai upped the ante, plunging her hot tongue between Tifa’s panting lips, and the girl from Nibelheim suddenly found herself overwhelmed. Her boobs then gave way to the determination of Mai’s bust, the weapons of her nemesis, led by her knife-like nipples, claiming more and more ground and flesh. Tifa couldn’t believe it, but Mai was really crushing her impressive boobs.

The fight had been long and balanced, but now that it was coming to an end, it did so abruptly. Tifa pulled her mouth away from Mai’s dangerous tongue, and howled in pain. She didn’t hear her competitor’s exhausted laughter, but neither did she hear the thunders in the sky. With the smell of fire and water all around her, she raised her head and closed her eyes, and a second later she felt her breasts fully, definitely trapped by Mai’s victorious glands.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Tifa felt Mai leaning over her ear, and could only moan again at the tight contact between fat chests. “I knew you could never handle me, and certainly not in a fight involving our tits. But now you know, Tifa Lockhart, now you know…”

Tifa tried to reply to Mai, but suddenly all the tiredness, pain and humiliation came together to make her start to lose consciousness. But just before she did, she was able to whisper a word, a single word:

“Revenge…”

THE END?