This is a story I wrote for a friend years ago. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Professional Pride
Nancy vs. Sharon
Nancy was a nurse and supervisor at the Long Lake Regional Hospital and Long Term care facility. Primarily she worked with patients with severe brain injuries. She had been working there for 15 years. It was a quiet job with few crises and emergencies. However, most of the staff was female and any time you got a group of women together there was bickering and infighting.
Nancy Turner was a gorgeous brunette and thus drew much of the hostile attention of the other female staff. While she was 51 years old, she looked like she was 31. Her 5'3 frame sported full and still firm 36D breasts. She got far too much attention from her male superiors as well as male staff and patients and thus the ire of her rivals. Fortunately at the clinic, the cattiness rarely blew up into full conflict, and even then the ladies of LLR had a unique method of settling such disputes. They settled their differences with Titfights. While some of these battles took place in private, usually these titfights were settled in the ladies locker room lounge, a large carpeted area with plenty of seats for other ladies to watch and cheer. While the hospital/clinic had a fairly small staff, it was not unusual to have 30 or more cheering ladies in the room rooting their favorite on.
Where this tradition began was unclear to all the ladies. It predated all of them, even Marion the 40 year veteran of the staff. When the ladies had a conflict, or sometimes just for fun, they would battle to the finish with their tits. LLR had deep pockets and for at least the last 40 years had been run by one lecherous director after another who apparently liked their female staff busty. This is not to say they weren't qualified. Quite the opposite. Most of LLR's staff were overqualified and had suffered a strange sort of reverse discrimination at other hospitals. Timid administrators at other hospitals had rejected many of the women because they were too pretty, too busty. Not LLR. Their staff was filled with the beautiful busty women. Of course there were outliers, but majority of the female staff were between a C cup and DD. And almost all started at LLR as 9's or above. And surrounded by beautiful rivals, very few of the women let themselves go after. With so many busty women, titfighting to settle differences seemed reasonable. The women were rightly proud of their breasts. The fights did very little real damage to the women and left no visible marks afterward. And the battles resolved the differences without involving any of the male staff or the lecherous directors.
While many of the women battled frequently and a few were undefeated. Technically, Nancy was LLR's reigning titqueen with a record of just 3 and 1. She had lost her first titmatch to a red haired vixen known affectionately as "Double Decker" Diane Drucker almost 14 years ago. Diane was one of the treatment centers administrators and the two had gotten into it about some supplies that Nancy felt her floor needed and Diane refused to approve. Diane was a very experienced titfighters with a record of 17 and 4, and her rock hard 34 DD tits simply worn Nancy's 36D's down in a grueling 43 minute long match. Diane had moved on to another job before Nancy could get a rematch. Nancy was quite certain the bitch still proudly displayed Nancy's lacy black bra, the traditional trophy from the LLR matches, to her husband.
Nancy's next match had been with Dr. Sandy Sprove 3 years later. The 31 year old, 150 lbs 38DD cup blond had thought she was just a little too superior because of her education at "Havaaard"and after dressing Nancy down in front of a patient's family had to face Nancy's wrath. With a cheering crowd almost 100% behind Nancy, Nancy dominated the good doctor wrenching her sobbing submission from her in just 14 minutes. It was the last time Nancy ever had any trouble with Dr. Sprove and they had continued working peacefully together ever since.
Nancy inadvertently gained the hospital "Queen" status 6 years ago battling another nurse, Susan Bomgard. Susan was one of the ladies at the facility who titfought more for fun than adversity. Susan was 47 years old (Nancy was 45 at the time) and had been at the hospital most of her career. It was well known that she and her husband were swingers, and rumored that Susan enjoyed swinging both ways. While Susan wasn't very pretty, she had dishwater blonde hair cropped short, eyes that were a little too round, and a square boyish jawline, she had a nice body at 5'7 135 lbs. and fantastic 36D cup tits that had lead her to a amazing 32-3 record including all 4 of Diane Druckers previous losses. Susan had been after Nancy for a titfight for years especially after Diane left, but to be quite honest Nancy just didn't want the embarrassment of another loss especially just for fun. When Susan began hitting on Nancy's husband, Mike, at a New Year's party, she decided that it was time to settle this thing. The champagne certainly didn't hurt at all either. The two of them followed by most of the ladies in attendance of the party went down to the ladies lounge 30 minutes after the start of the new year, pulled down tops reavealing thier massive weapons and went to war. It took almost 2 hours for the two to finish the match with Susan finally submitting. Nancy didn't feel like she really beat Susan, she simply outlasted her. As a result of their incredible match, the ladies of the facillity actually changed the rules of their public titfights. All titfights now began with 5 minutes of hands on mauling wearing a double set of surgical gloves to prevent nails from having too much influence. Any matches that lasted over 1 hour ended with hands on mauling until one lady surrendered.
Her final match was again with Susan, this time a private match with just their husbands in attendance. Susan had sent the "invitation to a titfight" to Nancy's husbands attention. By the time Nancy got a chance to see it, her husband was so torqued up she couldn't possibly have ignored it. It included a picture of naked Susan and challenged Nancy to "Special Rules". No hands, as long as it took, winner fucked the loosers husband, looser gave a blow job/tit fuck to the winners man. Nancy called Susan and they set the match for that next Saturday. That time, Susan mysteriously only lasted 35 minutes before submitting. Nancy suspected that Susan's man just wanted to have his way with Nancy and Susan had "made it happen". Nancy didn't really mind much. She got another win as Titfight queen, their men had gotten one hell of a sexy show, and Susan's man was handsome and very well hung. As she was getting fucked, Nancy didn't even mind looking over and seeing Susan's head bobbing up on down on Mike's impressive unit.
That was nearly 4 years ago. Nancy hadn't had another challenge since. Until now. Nancy's husband had injured his back. Doctor Sprove had prescribed some therapy, which Nancy thought was a good idea. She just didn't like the idea that Sharon Logan was going to be his therapist. Nancy thought secretly that Sprove had picked Logan out of spite for her loss to Nancy. Sharon was a gorgeous 35 year old woman, 5'5" 140 lbs, 36DD chest, and blonde. She had only been at LLR for 4 months now. Rumor had it that Susan had challenged her already, but Sharon had politely declined. Nancy had been thinking a couple hot packs, maybe some e-stim. No, Sharon did this new muscular manipulation thing. Literally crawling on her husband, pressing her big tits into him as she pulled and pushed and prodded at him trying to bring him back into "alignment". Of course the pressing her tits into Mike was not part of the treatment, simply an inadvertent consequence of the treatment.
Nancy had been there to meet her husband as he left therapy. For once the bulge in his pants did not make Nancy happy. He said he had felt better than he had in months. "I'll bet you do!" Nancy thought to herself. She decided that night that she was going to have a "discussion" with Sharon about her husbands treatment options. At 5:30pm, after most of the patients were gone, Nancy returned to therapy.
“Sharon... I was wondering if I could talk to you about my husbands treatment,” Nancy began, very professionally.
“Of course, of course.” Sharon answered professionally. “How about in my office? Sharon led Nancy into her office and sat behind the desk herself. “So how may I help you?”
“Well, I was wondering if we might modify my husbands treatment plan?” Nancy said trying not to let her irritation creep into her voice.
“Oh, I am sorry... was today's treatment too aggressive for your husband? Did I hurt him?” Sharon sounded completely sincere which agitated Nancy all the more.
“Oh no... he said he felt better than he had in years,” Nancy admitted.
“So then what is the problem, Mrs. Turner?” Sharon asked clearly puzzled.
Nancy paused a moment trying to phrase this right without sounding too bitchy. Finally she surrendered and blurted it out. “I don't like you rubbing your tits all over my husband.”
Clearly Sharon hadn't been expecting that. Her mouth dropped slightly in shock. After a moment she managed to close it and slowly a surprised smile crept across her face. “Mrs. Turner... I assure you that any contact with your husband is purely coincidental with the treatment. I am a happily married woman. Built like I am, there is simply no way to perform this form of therapy without some inadvertent contact.”
“Fine, then change your 'form' of therapy. Give him a few hotpacks, some e-stim, and send him on his way!”
“Mrs. Turner. We are both medical professionals here. I am certain when you treat your breasts make contact with your patients as well. It can't be helped.”
“But my patients are NOT YOUR HUSBAND!” Nancy said leaping to her feet and leaning across the desk.
Sharon took a deep breath, slowly stood, and leaned across the desk so that she was nose to nose with Nancy. “Nurse Turner, if your husband wants to seek treatment elsewhere, that is his choice. If he wants me to treat him, I will treat him as I see fit. I will not sacrifice my professional judgment just because his ill informed, shrew wife, is jealous of MY TITS!”
“JEALOUS? OF YOUR SAGGY TITS? I DON'T THINK SO! I AM THE TIT QUEEN HERE, BITCH!”
Sharon's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Uh... I heard... 3 and 1 record. Very impressive.”
Nancy's voice dropped to match Sharon's. “Are you challenging me, cxnt?”
“Ab, so, lutely... Bitch. We were bound to square off sooner or later. Why not right now?” Sharon hissed back.
“Fine, locker room, 10 minutes” .Nancy almost whispered.
“Let's be clear here,” Sharon whispered back. “I win... I treat your husband however I want. You win... I'll put him on another therapists schedule and tell him I am just too busy to treat him. Deal?”
Nancy was so pissed off at Sharon, she had almost forgot what this was about. She physically ached to sink her claws into this woman. They both needed to know who had the better tits, who was the better woman. Mike was almost an after thought at this point. “Deal.”
With that she whirled around and left the office. On her way to the locker room, she called Mike on his cell to let him know she would be working late tonight. She had hoped to catch him, to hear his voice, but she just got his voice mail.
Eight minutes later she entered the locker room. On the way she had invited a few of her supporters. Obviously word spread quickly. Nancy was impressed. In just 8 minutes there were at least 20 women in the locker room and more on the way. A cheer went up as she entered the room.
Two minutes later the count was over 30 as Sharon entered. The cheer for Sharon was equal to Nancy's. Nancy was a bit disappointed. Despite all her years here, she had no more supporters than Sharon with her 4 months. These women didn't care who won the match. They only wanted to see them battle. The only real emphasis was that Nancy was the Tit Queen. This would be a battle for the top spot at LLR. As the women faced off, the last few stragglers entered the room and per LLR tradition, the door was locked behind them.
Nobody explained the rules. Nothing was said over the din of cheering bloodlust filled women. Nancy wore a Blue Sweater and matching skirt. Sharon wore a black leather vest over a light white sweater and black slacks. Both women wore low heals. Without a word, the women began removing their tops. Nancy paused a moment as Sharon took a moment longer to strip her two layers. Then as one they both removed their bra's, Sharon's black and Nancy's Red. As one both of their beautiful sets of breasts sprang out for all to see. Both were enormous and firm. It was obvious that both worked out as their breasts sat high on their chests. An audible gasp went through the crowd as they were exposed. Even the most jealous of women had to admit these two were spectacular and they couldn't wait to find out who was best.
Susan brought over a box of gloves and the women slowly double gloved. Then they both placed both hands on their opponents breasts. The room hushed in anticipation. When they were both ready, Susan called out “Ready... Set.... GO!!!”
Both women's hands instantly changed to claws crushing their foes breasts. The room exploded in sound as the women cried out their enthusiastic support for the fighters.
“Crush that bitch!!!”
”Rip her tits off!!!”
”Get her!!!”
Most of the cheers it was unclear who they were cheering for... they just wanted to see the destruction. The women strained determined to out damage their foe. They squeezed with all their might, scratched, twisted. They both fought the urge to pull away and escape the damaging talons of their foe. Such a retreat was forbidden and would result either in forfeit or one free minute of mauling by their opponent. Susan moved side to side beside the women checking their faces, making sure the rules were obeyed, and making sure that neither woman signaled her submission. Both women were sweating heavily as they twisted, kneeded, and clawed their opponents breasts. Even the surgical gloves began to get slick and slip. It was clear neither woman would win in this round. It was entirely about preparing for the next round. The more damage done here, the more ready to submit their opponent would be. The women were going wild in the room cheering for the battling foes. They knew neither would give in and they loved it. They initially worried the battle would be over too soon, but it looked like they would make round two. But for Sharon and Nancy the minutes seemed like hours. Both were exerting themselves to the fullest. Their tits felt like they were on fire. Even their arms and hands ached from the strain. Finally Susan began counting down the final ten seconds and the crowd quickly jumped in. “Ten... Nine....” Both women redoubled their efforts to cause even more damage to their foe. “Eight... Seven....” The women focused 100% of their energy to their hands. “Six... Five....“ A mixture of hate, pain, and anger twisted the women's beautiful faces into masks of pure rage. “Four... Three....” Both women began to scream to add to their own determination to destroy her foe. “Two... One... Stop!!!” With a final surge the women released their foes breasts to thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.
The women quickly snapped off the surgical gloves, dropped them to the floor, and massaged their wounded breasts glaring at their rival. Both women's breasts were swollen and reddened. Regardless of the next round both would be bruised for weeks. But the hands on portion had its intended effect. There was no way the women would be able to fight with their breasts for hours now. Their Breasts were already swollen and tender. This would be settled and it would be settled quickly.
After two minutes to recover, Susan picked up two lengths of Silken material. She handed one to Dr. Sprove who took it behind Sharon. Susan went to Nancy. Both women began to wrap the silk straps around the combatants arms from their elbows down to their wrists. The material was extremely soft and pliable so it would not cut into the fighters arms, but at the same time it immobilized their arms and forced the arms back and thrusting their breasts forward. The effect was quite dramatic particularly on women as well built as Sharon and Nancy. Their breasts thrust out before them like torpedoes. And with the mauling they had just finished and their breasts already swollen a full cup size, the effect was doubly dramatic. Some of the spectators actually gasped and most murmured among themselves comparing the combatants. The murmur rose in volume to a low roar as the women completed their preparations and Sprove and Susan steered the combatants so that they stood directly breast to breast, their erect nipples lightly touching each other. The cheering was so loud, hardly anybody in the room could hear as Susan shouted “On your Mark... Get Set.... Go!!!”
Nancy and Sharon immediately charged into each other crashing their swollen breasts into each other. The collision forced the women away from each other a half a step. As they lunged toward each other, each woman strove to get her breasts underneath her foes trying to thrust her breasts upwards while crushing them. The effect was to reduce some of the firmness of the other woman breasts while increasing the damage to her breasts. The effect actually gave the advantage to Nancy as she was two inches shorter so that she started lower than Sharon. With each collision the women emphasized the force with a loud grunt. Each grunt got a little louder. Nancy noted with satisfaction as a tiny bit of desperation crept into Sharon's grunts after 20 or so collisions. She was winning!
But then Sharon switched tactics. On their next collision she didn't step back, but instead plunged in again and swung her tits hard to the right against Nancy's, slamming her swollen breasts to the right with them. The pain was excruciating. Sharon then swung her breasts back to the left. Both of her breasts crashed into Nancy's right breast yanking it painfully to the left. For an instant, Nancy felt panic, but this was not her first fight. She quickly swung her breasts after Sharon's as she returned. Each swing resulted in a quadruple blow to both opponents as first their near breast then the far breast collided with each of their foes breasts. At the same time each woman pressed in so that their breasts didn't just bounce off their foes, they physically raked through hers foes breasts compressing and distorting them with each blow. Left then Right, Left then Right the women battled back and forth neither giving and inch, each determined to outlast their foe. This type of titfighting usually didn't last very long. It was too physically demanding, and too damaging to the combatants. But these were two extremely fit equally endowed women determined to win. The seconds dragged into minutes and the minutes tumbled off one after the other. 3 minutes... 5 minutes... 6 minutes. The din in the room was deafening as the supporters of one fighter escalated their volume over the other side trying to drown them out and will their champion to win only to be drowned out by the other side. Out the corner of her eye, Nancy spied one woman shove another and she momentarily wondered her her fight might lead to others. But she quickly forced the thought from her mind stealing her resolve to win this battle.
7 minutes... 8 minutes... 9 minutes. Sharon and Nancy panted with exertion, their bodies practically glowing with their perspiration. Finally after a particular forceful attack from Sharon, Nancy stumbled backwards. However, Sharon did not pursue her foe. Nancy did not leap back to engage Sharon. The women stood glaring at each other 2 feet apart, their eyes demanding the surrender of the other. A primal hate flushed across their beautiful faces. Had their arms been free, they would have torn into each other in a frenzied fight to the finish just as two she wolves might to survive. Perhaps this was the reason LLR disputes were settled this way.
After only 17 seconds of glaring at each other each woman had her answer: her foe would not submit. Nancy and Sharon attacked again with primal war screams. This time there was no strategy or skill in their attacks. This was a straight on full force boob on boob collision. With each blow their swollen heavy breasts bulged out in all directions as pain exploded within their chests and spread to every inch of their bodies. Yet after each collision the women took a careful step backwards, re-aimed then surged forward again. It was if the women had telepathically agreed that this was how they would end the match, straight up, tit to tit, may the best woman win each woman certain that she would win. Over and over they crashed into each other like dueling tornado's in a storm. They had battled over 40 minutes and both women began to worry perhaps this would end in mauling. Even the exhausted crowd began to run out of energy. As their cheering died down, the audible splat of each collision could now be heard by all in attendance. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.
Then Nancy felt something begin to change. It was subtle at first. A strange painful tickle after each collision began first in her right breast, then slowly spread to her left breast. It took her several blows to realize what it was. With each blow, her breasts began to give before her foes. Her ravaged swollen titflesh was giving way before her rivals. A few more blows and Sharon realized it too. Sharon redoubled the ferocity of her blows headless of the damage she was doing to her own beautiful breasts, determined to finish off her foe once and for all. After a few more blows, the crowd sensed what was happening as well and Sharon's fans began to drown out Nancy's fans pleas that she keep fighting. In seconds it felt to Nancy as if the entire LLR Female staff had turned against her.
Wildly, Nancy looked around the room searching for some way out, some way to overcome this bitch. She couldn't loose. She thought of Sharon's massive breasts rubbing all over her Mike in their next treatment session. The thought pushed Nancy on. But then with despair, the image changed. Sharon was winning. Her breasts were the best. And Mike would know it. He would want Sharon more than her. The next image that popped into her mind was Sharon naked straddling Mike riding his engorged cock in a victory lap as Poor beaten Nancy could only look on. The fear of the image drove Nancy on, but it was hopeless. Then her eyes landed on the clock. 52 minutes. They had been battling 52 minutes. If only Nancy could hold on... just 8 more minutes... and her hands would be free to maul Sharon again. Nancy at this point had no illusion that she would win. Her breasts were beaten and she knew it. But at least she would have her revenge. Nobody would want Sharon when Nancy was done with her.
And so Nancy held on beyond all endurance. Sharon kept up her hammering brutal attack, but Nancy could hold on.
“5 Minutes” called out Dr. Sprove. That Bitch! The rules never said anybody had to announce time left. Sprove was warning Sharon. Dr. Sprove wanted to see Nancy beaten. Immediately Sharon's attacks doubled. Sharon knew what Nancy was thinking and she was not about to give her beaten foe the chance to last into one more round. The blows came quickly with no reprieve for Nancy every 2-3 seconds driving her backward across the women's locker room until her back literally came up against the wall and still Sharon did not back off.
Nancy could take no more. With an anguished cry she screamed out “I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!” slowly her body sagged and she slid down the wall to the floor. The crowd roar of approval was unanimous. Dr. Sprove stepped in behind Sharon and with a pair of scissors quickly cut her bonds. Sharon raised her hands in victory, her massive breasts shaking wildly with each fist pump. The crowd of women cheered her wildly. Sharon then went back to the center of the room and retrieved Nancy's bra, now Sharon's trophy as per the rules, and put it on. Her breasts would normally have easily filled the bra, but now her breasts were so swollen from the abuse of the battle that they spilled over. The bra looked as if it were going to literally burst from the strain of containing Sharon's massive breasts. Again the crowd roared their approval as she modeled the tiny red bra of her beaten rival for them. She then strode back across the room to where Nancy sat on the floor. She leaned over so that her swollen breasts hung directly before Nancy's face and slid her head along side Nancy's so that she could whisper in her ear.
“Tonight, Bitch, I am going to wear your pathetic little bra as I fuck my husbands brains out and tell him about how I am now the titqueen of LLR.” Sharon then slid back and slid her head alongside the other Side of Nancy's. “And next week... when I see Mike again... I am going to wear this bra then too. I'll treat him however I want. He may not know it but his wife is now second best. It'll be the best tits in LLR that give him that bulge. And don't you forget it!”
With that, Sharon turned, retrieved her sweater and bra only putting on the black leather vest still showing off glimpses of Nancy's bra and marched triumphantly from the Locker Room followed by the rest of the women. Only Susan remained behind. She didn't say a word. She cut off Nancy's restraints, and then went to follow the others. As she reached the door, she turned to look a Nancy, an evil little smile on her face. And then she was gone. Nancy sat along in the locker room for another hour sobbing uncontrollably before she was finally able to pull herself together. At last, Nancy stood on her wobbly legs. She recovered her sweater and what was left of her dignity and headed for home.
