Thank you Jessica for making this fight so beautiful and also for permission to publish:
jessicasinger: The beautiful clear sky holds my gaze as I stay lost in my thoughts, unable to enjoy the wonderful weather because of my memories. My sister isn't bothered though and sighs happily as she lies on the ground, her incredibly firm E cups heaving up and down as she breathes.
"So, how did it feel?" she asks, kinda amused by the way that my loss is stuck in my head. I glare at her - she KNOWS how it feels to lose a match by titty lift submission, because I've done it to her myself! But I don't want to argue with her right now, in fact I could use some support.
"It's just... I was better than her! You should have seen me the next morning, I put her in a titty lift and mine was WAY better!" I tell Linda. She chuckles and rolls her eyes. "Jess, you need to stop living in fantasy," she replies, so I stamp my feet in anger. My big F cups wobble around in my tight sky-blue dress as I say what happened.
"I really did! The next morning she, she let me..." I trail off, because I realize it is not so impressive since you earned your lift and mine was given. But I grab my boobs to regain my confidence and finish telling her the truth. "Well ok, she let me, but mine was so much better! She was BEGGING me to put her down, I know that my tits are better and she knows it too!" I insist.
"Um, didn't you also say yours were bigger?" Linda asks, and I sneer at her angrily. She knows I am embarrassed about that. "Bigger than yours," I reply, still holding my juggs, but then I realize that someone else is in this park. It's such a secluded spot that it's usually just us, but there are two women off in a distance who look about our age, and one of them is pointing at me. Oops. Guess she's never seen a busty girl grabbing her own tits before.
Just for fun, I give a shake to the two girls and Linda leans up. "Jess, the hair..." Linda says, and I realize what she means. Is that.... YOU?!?!
Daniela_titfighter: Surely my tour in america was ending in a very boring way, the sky was calm like the days that followed my fight against Jess, Martina was keeping me company, her breasts as big as mine bounced at every step, she almost always weighs without a bra, without shame in showing her tits.
"listen to me! I would like to contact her again, I know I won but she....." I say I moan thinking back to your lifting of the breasts and then to your earthquake "she.... has to pay for it, her tits were too firm, I want to crush her!" I scream almost in Martia's ear who in response pushes me away.
"listen to me, go to her and then start hitting her, don't ask for anything" announced Martia confidently who had always been strong and impulsive.
"then I would like to know where we are going, Daniela are you lost again?"
my face blushed like my hair "be sure, I don't know where we are, I don't know this park and then .......HHHEY!" I see a body that I recognize from afar, IT'S YOU! "HEY JESSICA!!!" I grab my cousin's hand and drag her with me, towards you and your sister.
"stay there Jessica! I want to talk about your losing tits" not even a few seconds later I arrive at your place, I'm dressed quite elegantly different from my cousin.
"hi! how are your tits still sore" with a big smile on my face I get closer to you and if I can I press my breast against yours "Martina, this is Jessica you should have seen her! she was so confident during our first meeting" trying to imitate your voice I repeat your words "m waiting for a titfighter, you don't look like you qualify!, yes she said bullshit like that"
Martina burst into a little laugh as she approached Linda.
jessicasinger: I can't believe this! I might be upset some days to have my peaceful park time disturbed, but this is exactly what I need to prove to Linda that I'm telling the truth!
"Daniela! We were just talking about you!" I say as you approach. You keep coming forward, putting your big boobs in contact with mine but not pushing so hard that I have to fight you. I still feel my blood race as it seems like you're looking for a challenge.
"My sister Linda here doesn't believe what happened the morning after our match! I told her about how I carried you around tits to tits for much longer and that you kinda panicked because I wouldn't put you down... isn't that what happened?" I ask you using a friendly voice. I push with my tits juuust a little, not enough to move us but enough that you feel it and know that I am not backing down.
"Well... what I saw was - " Linda begins, but I interrupt her.
"Well you DIDN'T see, that's the point!" I snap at her. I stare right at you and continue, "Please tell my sister that my titty lift was way better than yours." I still sound friendly, but of course you don't do what I ask. I smirk a bit as your defiance is useful to me.
"No? Oh, dear... Well to be honest, it's pretty unfair that my sister saw you pick me up by the tits, but didn't see me do the same to you. Why don't we have a little contest right now? We'll each do a titty lift, and they can decide who's was better. Oh I'm sorry, I'm Jessica," I say, extending a hand toward your cousin as she introduces herself. "Say, it won't upset you to see your cousin up in the air from the sheer titty power of my MUCH firmer breasts, will it? I don't mean to be rude, but my lift IS much better, so she might really embarrass herself while I have her 'upstairs'. If you don't want to see that, I understand!" I say mocking both you and your cousin.
I'm super confident that I'll win, and I can't wait to go first so I can completely crush your pride right in front of your family like you did to me. But of course, Linda has to say something.
"Well, if she accepts, she should go first." she says.
"Why?!" I reply angrily, but her answer surprises me and I actually agree with it - at first.
"Well, Jessica says she definitely did the best one so far. Daniela should go next since she has to do better than that one... THAT WE ALL KNOW NEVER HAPPENED!" she cackles, leaning over with laughter and almost spilling out of her halter top as Martina also gets some good chuckling in.
"See?! See how this girl is not laughing?!" I say, pointing to your angry expression. You know that my lift really did have you dominated, and I know that you're determined not to lose.
"I destroyed her titties, look at her face!" They just keep laughing until it dies down. "Well? What do you say, Daniela? Will you pretend your boobies did it better, or will you let me prove right now that I'm the Titty Lift Queen?"
Daniela_titfighter: Your chest against mine and I can only say that I had missed this sensation, I was liking it, it made me go back in time a few days and for a second, a small second I was sure that we were about to fight. then I hear your words and I can say that YES, we are about to fight, you continue with your insults and my heart speeds up more and more.
I don't speak, I hear you and your sister arguing, my breasts retreat slightly against yours as I take a tiny step back, your words are digging not into my breasts but into my pride more than I could have expected, my face shows anger but my eyes are fixed on your breasts, your breasts are incredible and you are so sure of yourself.... I have to recover, I breathe and exhale.
"Look, Jessica is right, she certainly lifted me in an incredible way....." then Martina adds "like I did since we were in puberty?" my gaze turns evil towards my cousin who ignored your hand and your words, simply answering "no problem, in that case... I'll play and win over all three" in a calm and relaxed tone.
"ehhh... so as I was saying Linda, do you remember how badly I beat your sister? how I crushed her and suffocated her, you know maybe your sister could show you the video of how I beat her tits" I push my breast against yours forcefully for a second "but after that she seemed so down in the dumps! so sad, you should have seen her! tied up and beaten in her own house" I sigh "I was nice and didn't do anything to her but she was so sad that I gave her a prize, right Jessica, a little prize..." I hiss the last part remembering how you played with me, "then your little earthquake" I try to say pretending that move hadn't hurt my pride.
I take a quick and agile step back, my hands move with experience and I undress, taking off the top of my dress and my bra on the ground. as soon as you do the same thing, my gaze falls on your breasts again and a small groan of fear comes out of my mouth "earthquake..." not being able to hide my anxiety towards your breasts, a breast that I have beaten!
Martina instead, approaches Linda "hey I think that maybe to be the judges of this competition we should also both be bare-chested, in a little hug you know I'm very cold" said Martina who did not want to be outdone, Martina definitely wanted to play or even just a little contact.
jessicasinger: I'm feeling better now that the laughing has stopped, and I can see on your face that you remember what my big, strong tits can do. But then you remind everyone of all the things you did besides titty lifting me, dominating me all over the house. Now I'm angry again, and as soon as I pull my bare boobies out I'm arching my back to make them look as big and proud as possible.
I'm about to insult you again when Martina mentions that she and Linda should be topless. Linda freezes for a moment, because she realizes that Martina is trying to flaunt her GG size next to Linda's E cups. If they are just standing there with tits out, Linda can't defend herself from Martina's size and the comparison will look embarrassing... and Linda hates being embarrassed. She ignores your cousin until she hears the word "hug", and suddenly she smiles and faces Martina. I know that face.
Martina is smirking cockily as they go topless just like us. "Oh, you are smaller than your older sister? I can't relate, I am bigger than my older cousin!" she says, making you scowl, but Linda just moves in quickly. She wants the hug to start right away.
It only takes seconds for Martina's eyes to widen and her eyebrows to rise as she feels the steely firmness of Linda's boobies. "Ummm... I'm sorry to ask this," Linda says slowly, and I know she's going to be rude to her, "but have you ever won a titfight?" You and I both laugh, because at Martina's size, of course she must have... but looking at their tits right now, it's amazing to see how Martina's soft huge GG's are being dented by Linda's rocks. Martina is so big that she won't need to submit anytime soon, but the display of titstrength by Linda makes us all impressed.
"Ok... that's a long enough hug I think!" Martina finally says, and I bite my lip with pride - it's not official, but to me that means Linda won! My turn to win now...
"Hmmm, I think you're going to have to sit this one out Martina. You just be a judge and leave the lifting to us girls with quality boobs!" You and I share another laugh, but it quickly dies as we make eye contact. It's about to start.
Martina is furious at Linda and at me for keeping her out of the contest, so Linda takes over to get it started.
"Jess, please raise your arms. Daniela, you can lift when ready. The lift only ends when you decide it does, or if Jessica can get a toe back down on the ground." she says. I like these rules, because it forces the lifter to do a good job. She can't just barely lift, or the other girl will get a toe down.
I raise my arms, and to my surprise I feel my heart racing with nerves. My lift was better, I will win this easy! But the sight of your bare G cups coming closer, the memory of how strong they were and how easy they bounced me... I can't help but hold my breath as you make contact. I stare at you trying to look fierce... hoping I don't look as nervous as I feel!
"Go ahead, Little Italy," I say, trying to sound cocky. "I bet you won't even last a minute!"
Daniela_titfighter: Martina is arrogant not as much as me, but she is very arrogant and confident like me in our first meeting she throws herself into a challenge without even thinking, I don't think Martina knows that her breasts are bigger, she knows she beat me, I beat you and you beat your sister. so the solution is simple, she is the strongest.
mistake, a big mistake Martina feels extremely firm breasts against hers, Linda's breasts simply seem to be rocks against balloons full of water, in a fight the situation would be different but in this situation Linda simply wins with ease. Martina is not so arrogant as to continue and interrupt the hug, my cousin snorts and leaves the idea of doing anything alone.
my face looks like a mask of amazement, this situation is different from how I imagined our first meeting, I thought it was me under your skin but it's not like that, your breasts and your gaze mixed with your arrogance enter my mind.
"yes... the rules are fine" I say with a sigh as I get closer to you, the contact with my breasts placed under yours gives me shivers, your tits seem incredible and I won too! I won! I won! you submitted! I'm the best.
my arms tighten around your lower back "damn you're heavy.." I say with a moan and then I spring forward, high towards the sky, my arms now tightened around your body, my breasts pressing towards the sky, lifting yours.
after a second of holding you in a high position, I raise my body even more slightly arching my back, I move around the park "hey if I go back maybe someone will see us?" I smile at you, while I make small circles around Linda.
after three or four turns I stop I look at the sky and I lift myself up on my toes and then go down on my heels one two three times, making an earthquake hoping that my bigger breasts will have a good effect on your breasts. this was the moment of truth, I wanted to see how you were, I had to hear your moans like a junkie who has to take drugs. the worst case scenario was that you resisted, you gritted your teeth, taking away the little confidence I was regaining, I needed to hear your voice in the grip of pain and your breasts, shaking with force.
jessicasinger: "Damn, you're heavy" When I hear you say these words, I am filled with extreme joy because I believe that you are struggling. You picked me up last time after wearing me down in a long match, but now that you have to face my fresh tits at full strength, it seems I am just too much woman for you.
"What's wrooooooAAAAAIIIIEEE!!" I didn't mean to squeal embarrassingly, but you surprised me with your sudden burst of effort and I was in the middle of my taunt when my body flew upward. I quickly force my lips shut so I don't keep squealing - it's crucial that the judges don't think that you're intimidating me. I try to take a deep breath, but it is really hard to be calm when a rival girl is using her breasts to hold you in the air. Deeeep breath. Remember, I let you do this!
"Hmm, not that highHHHAAAIIIEE!!" I try to make a negative remark about your lift, wanting to influence the judges, but that backfires BADLY as you go all the way up to your toes, lifting me very high. I want to wail and kick my feet, but I force myself not to. The judges are watching.
And what they see is the titty earthquake move, done by your immense G cups with great effect. I want to whine out that this is MY move, that I do it better! But I can't risk talking, because I will just yelp like a little girl if I open my mouth right now. I just take it quietly, hoping that my endurance will impress them and you.
"Mmm, not bad. She looks way bigger than Jess when she does that," Linda observes, and it cracks me as you just keep making my tits quake for you.
"GGG...GGUUUHHHHHH!" I moan, my girls juggled by the tits of a bigger woman and my face going bright red. "fuuuuckkkkkkkk" I try to growl quietly, but we're all so close that everyone can hear me. Everyone can see your tits overpowering mine with the earthquakes.
Daniela_titfighter: "oh wow! this bitch is definitely heavy, not because your breasts are firm just because you are a fat cow" I say to keep myself completely safe, my earthquake hurts you and I hear your moans, my initial insecurity disappears, I could tell that you were resisting but that you couldn't do it forever.
"I love hearing your voice Jessica, I can understand why you love to fight, hearing your voice scream fills me with joy and I bet you are a masochist" and after this last statement, I lift my breasts even more in an attempt to act out my superiority over your body, pushing my breasts against yours with crazy force, almost trying to slap your breasts against your face.
"come on Jessica, give your breasts a kiss, mmmmm-.... maybe I could suffocate you with your breasts?" I take a few steps towards a tree "do you remember my Italian roots?" I push your back against the tree with force, after all it's not against the rules, a tree as thick as your back is a perfect support.
I can hear my cousin complaining about my move and your sister protesting with more force but it's not illegal "I'm going to make you feel pain so vivid that you'll beg for mercy" my tone is threatening as I use the support of the tree to take a second then I lift myself up on my tips again and go down with ever greater frequency, lifting your body and hitting your tits from bottom to top over and over again, I do it with an insane frequency, normally I should let you go tired but I don't because I'm slamming you against the tree again.
"I want to try something" I press my body against yours like a press against your sternum and breasts. my hand slowly breaks the hug, I use only one hand and the pressure of my body against yours mixed with the strength of my breasts to keep you standing "now shut up" my free hand moves and grabs your hair and I push your head down, towards your raised breasts, hoping to be able to suffocate you even just a little, maybe not completely but it was enough to humiliate you too.
jessicasinger: I can't believe how high you're lifting me, and not just me but my proud heavy titties! They're raised almost into my face, and I think I hate this part the most, but then you carry me around and I remember how much I hate that... but I'm wrong both times, because it's about to get a lot worse.
"UURRGHHH!" I moan as you slam me to the tree, unable to hide how much my underboobs are being pounded by you. Again, I'm trying to act like this isn't working, but this time I break much quicker.
"FUUUCK oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I groan, getting destroyed by the huge force you can do with the bounces of your bigger titties. I've picked up Linda by the tits many times, but in truth she's done it to me twice - just twice! But her bounces don't feel like yours, even though she's crazy firm. Your bigger melons feel like they could bounce me forever, and it's crushing my pride that you just keep going like this is easy. I'm not focused enough to realize how much the tree is helping you, it feels like this is all from your sheer titstrength.
When you said I would beg for mercy, I wanted to sneer at you, but oh wow it might come to that. I'm wishing I never challenged you to this when you say you have an idea. That idea turns out to be pressing my face down toward my own boobies. It's a good try, but I don't quiiite reach... until you start rising up and down on your feet again, making your tits bounce, which makes MY tits bounce... right into my face!
"NOOO-SMACK-OOOO-SMACK-OOOO!! DANIELA ST-SMACK-OP! PUT M-SMACK-E DOWN! PUT M-SMACK-E DOWN! PUT M-SMACK-E DOWN!!" I'm devastated by the combo you have used, being held up by just your tits and the tree and self-titty slapped in the face over and over. My feet kick to show my panic as I, despite my fierce pride, beg you to stop your titty lift.
"PUT M-SMACK-E DOWN! PUT M-SMACK-E DOWN!"
Daniela_titfighter: I bite my lip but I can't completely hide the moan of pleasure, authentic and pure that comes out of my lips, you are in a bad situation and I can tell that your situation will get worse.
your tits hit your face as I forcefully force you to receive a humiliating punishment "what can't I hear you because you hit yourself?" I say like one of the worst bullies in middle school and high school, I enjoy every moment and I can tell that your tits are perfect on your face.
"just a classic masochist, then..." my arm lets go of your hair and slowly returns along your back to the starting position, I tighten my bear hug and I detach you from the tree lifting you up and I carry you around again, I return to your sister, trying like a painter who draws a past scene to recall the mythical past, this past is my victory, same position, same situation.
"so you already remember what to do right, you just have to scream like the slut you are" I say in an excess of anger, I raise my heels, maybe I did volleyball for a little while but I did grappling and ballet and that taught me to stand on my toes. "you just have to say that my tits are too much, too big, too firm, too much here's in a simple way what you have to say that I... am the best woman" and with these last words I lift myself up to the maximum, before coming down with force, almost making you touch the ground.
a sigh comes out of your sister's mouth but I immediately go back up, a violent jerk I hit your tits "are you ready, I'll do two more, every three seconds that you don't say what I want to hear" the funny thing is that I would have continued anyway even if you said it, even if you screamed it I would have continued, small drops of sweat fall from my forehead and end up in your breast
jessicasinger: Oh my god, you're carrying me around again. Wherever you want, like my tits are made of paper. My proud tatas have dominated girls for years, but now they're being completely disrespected and controlled by you.
You start to give me orders, but you're doing it on your toes... and WOW, when you go to your toes you really go all the way up! I go up to my toes the normal way when I lift girls because it proves how easy it is for me and how high I can lift them... but I never did ballet, and I've never been lifted by a girl who can stand ballet-style while titty lifting. It is humiliating.
"Put me down, RIGHT NOW!" I try to demand, desperate to sound in charge or confident, or anything but scared and insecure. But you tell me what I have to say, and it feels completely unfair.
"NO!! Just put me down!!!" I beg in a quivering voice, but you keep going. "Daniela, pleeeease," I try to reason with you. Up, uppppp... DOWN
"OK OK STOP! I'LL SAY IT! YOU ARE THE BEST WOMAN, PUT ME DOWN!" Up, uppppp... DOWN
"NOOOO DANIELA I ADMIT IT! YOUR TITS ARE TOO BIG!!!" Up, uppppp... DOWN
"YOU'RE TOO BIG, TOO FIRM, TOO MUCH! PLEEEASE I WANT TO COME DOWN NOWWWWWW!" I whine, keeping myself from crying but otherwise making a total mess out of myself.
Linda's jaw is open in amazement, and Martina looks both impressed and annoyed that she's not been invited into the contest. "Oh, she's not that big trust me," she says bitterly as I continue to say whatever you want for my torment to end.
My mind is broken to a certain level, but this is a core part of me that knows my time is coming. The amazing thing about a titty lift contest is that when you lift, you use your upper boob, but when you're being punished, it's your lower titty meat, so being lifted doesn't actually make your own lift that much harder. You may have everything you could want now, but there will be a reckoning. If I can just get down without my sanity shattering.
Daniela_titfighter: "WOW" I just say this as I go down again and again, the reality is that I have to meow at your mind and your pride and I have to break your mind completely "did you hear Linda this bitch of a sister of yours is always the same fucking whore" I say with a grin an evil grin and confident, I know your moment is coming but I have to make every second count in here I can hold you up. He continues like this for a long time ignoring your every plea all "come on, maybe I can knock you out if I squeeze a little more.. hey Linda..." I turn to your sister and my gaze falls on her firm breasts and the words come out of my mouth without control "damn...what tits.." this moment of concentration costs me everything, after hearing your begging I had slightly let go of the grip, sure that I could go back to the tree and then start the tour again.
that little moment of distraction costs me everything, I almost slip, my grip falls apart and I let you go "wow....lucky bitch" I say with a sigh but I'm not finished I give you a powerful Slam right in the chest, so as to make you move backwards but in that exact moment, I moan in pain, I look at my breasts and they are much redder than I expected. lifting your firm tits was much more difficult than I imagined.
I don't want to waste time and hoping that you are still in a state of confusion and insecure, I take a step forward raise my arms and simply say "your turn, Usa bitch"
jessicasinger: I've been up and mentally cracked for long enough now that I'm starting to feel dizzy, just repeating the same phrases over and over as it feels like you'll never be satisfied... But suddenly I slide down, slipping rather than being released, and my mouth hangs open at the surprise of the ground after no warning it was coming.
I blink twice, getting my focus back, and you kindly SLAM me with your knockers angrily, making me stumble back as I was unprepared. I moan a bit and get confused for a second, because I heard another moan too... I can't keep my hands from rubbing my aching underbust, but as I look up I see you staring at the top of your own boobies and realize you're sore on the top half! It's hard to grin in my current state, but it's impossible not to be encouraged by the fact that my famously dense melons were a real burden for you.
What neither of us sees is Linda's face flare up in anger after you slam me. You step forward and it's clear to me that you're about to let me lift, you, but Linda isn't risking it. Putting her E cups between me and my apparent bully, she presses quickly and firmly against you until you start backing up.
"Looking to cheat?!" she asks, but then she hears you say it's my turn and feels my hand on her shoulder. Now I really can't help but smile, because your face tells me two things: you really are hurt in the upperbust, and, like your cousin, you have never felt tits as firm as Linda's in your life. Neither have I, for that matter. The girl has diamonds.
She accepts that she was wrong and moves away, not apologizing verbally but bowing her head a bit to admit her mistake. Your arms to out, but I don't even have to look at you to know that you're less confident that you were 10 seconds ago. Linda's titpress really demoralizes you if you can't stand tall and hold your ground, and she was ready to walk you all the way to the parking lot if I didn't stop her.
"That's right... my turn." I say slowly.
I take my time, easing my girls under your pair to protect my sensitive underbust. I make sure to aim high enough that I'm compressing the bottom 10% or so of your boobies, wanting to make it extra uncomfortable for you while still giving my titties full control of your proud breasts when you're up there. I re-wrap my arms several times to get it very tight around you, tight enough that I can feel your heart racing even through your thick pumpkins.
"I'm gonna be honest, you did okay." I say using my real, honest voice as I give you a rare genuine compliment. "Here's how it's really done," I growl, then bend my knees and press my titties even tighter against you. Oooh, that heart is pounding.
"3....2....1......" I start to rise, then deliberately freeze right as your heels come off the dirt. My sister and I laugh because, predictably, you make a nervous gasp at the moment you thought it was coming.
"Aww, is someone scared? It's ok, we'll do it again. Trust the count this time!" I say encouragingly. "3...2....1...."
I know you knew it was a lie, but you gasp anyway. I give one quick laugh, then immediately SURGE upward and lift you easily right into the air!
"Ahhh, remember this view? High in the air, looking down on my firmer titties? THAT'S RIGHT I SAID FIRMER!" I bellow as your face looks like you will protest. Yes, you made me say yours were firmer. It wasn't true then, it isn't true now, and you're going to fucking pay for it.
"AND BETTER!" I add, tossing you up just a bit so I can get a better grip. I see unexpected concern in your face and suddenly remember how much you detested this last time... so there will be plenty of it.
"Linda, I'm gonna get a workout in. Count my reps!" I tell her, smiling at you like a wolf as I shimmy my girls in anticipation. Bending a bit, but nowhere near enough for you to get a toe down, I pop up and open the hug while arching my titties up, sending your body up into the air!
What goes up, must come down. And when you've been titty tossed by Jessica Singer, you're coming down on the firmest titty meat in the country. Well, second firmest. But the firmest outside the family.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
It's easy to hear the cheer in her voice as I toss you up and down, loving the way that each impact with my boulders is clearly more and more painful for you. Ooooh yeah, we're gonna hear you soon.
"Nine!"
"Ten!"
"Eleven!"
Daniela_titfighter: I'm smiling at least I try to, convinced that I hit you hard enough in your brain but while these thoughts cross my mind your sister is trying to put me in line, your sister's breasts push mine and I literally moan in front of her face like a novice slut "fuck Llinda, they're too firm!" I say without shame, maybe your sister is much stronger than she seems.
my maral is already seriously damaged, your little sister's tits are becoming a new nightmare in my brain, my position is terrible but I don't notice, maybe I was wrong to consider your sister the weak wheel of your family.
you wrap your arms around my body I feel your breasts against mine, I lower them and try to remain more serious and confident but not for long your fake breaks my bluff, I let out a little moan of surprise and my face distorts in anger, you do it a second time and I believe it again, now everything is so humiliating.
you get up after two fakes and that moment is painful I start moaning, painfully you talk about how firm your breasts are and I hate you for it "SHUT UP YOU'RE A FUCK AAAAAAAAAA!!!" I start screaming, I can't resist even for a few seconds, your words sink my autistic soul even deeper.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!!" I say in pain my head goes back while looking at the sky and I let out a moan of pain and start to breathe deeply
jessicasinger: Mmmmmm, there it is. I'm certain that I'm going to have hearing problems in my later years, because girls like you have been screaming near my ears for a long time now.
"Sixteen!"
"Seventeen!"
I'm experienced enough to watch you and realize you're using calming techniques, trying to control your breathing and relax while looking at the sky. We can't have that.
"Daniela? Danieeeeelaaaa??" I ask in a mocking voice as I abruptly stop tossing you and start shaking you back and forth as soon as I catch you and get my grip tight. "You're missing all the action! I think you should look down at your big soft boobies!" I encourage you, transitioning from shaking you to now shimmying my shoulders. It's not easy to do, especially with your size, but I shake my hooters hard and sure enough, my boulders start to bounce your balloons individually, mirroring the shimmy that I am doing below them.
"There we go, see? I can make your weaker titties dance for me, don't you want to watch that?! How often do you see a girl do THIS?" I ask as I continue to force-shimmy your melons.
"Seventeen Jessica? I expected a full set of twenty!" Linda interjects rudely, and I scowl at her through squinted eyes.
"Oh I'll do the next three later, you'll be helping me with those," I snarl threateningly, but she stares back unconcerned.
Your moaning has gotten quieter as I've focused more on your embarrassment than your pain. Now angry at my sister, I take it out by shifting you in the lift so that more of each booby is now compressed by my upperbust. Squeezing you as tight as I can, I simply hold you in the air and put Hulk-like force into your chest, trying to make you scream so loud that birds fly away in terror.
"I could do FIFTY if I wanted to. Tell her, Daniela!" I say, not quite as disciplined as Linda and needing to get the last word in before I let that argument go. My tits won't get tired like this, so I decide to continue until my arms shake. "YELL FOR ME, BITCH!!"
Daniela_titfighter: you continue like this for a while until you reach twenty or so I thought but in the end you stop, you do something even worse, you shake my tits with what seems to me to be an impressive ease, the situation is extremal in fact it is terrible, Martina does not speak leaving only my voice to make noise in this silence and the two of you. this movement of yours hurts me more and more my screams of pain are replaced by real moans and then small tears fall from my face "no! don't do it please Jessica..." my breasts tremble when I look down "help.." I say in a sigh.
I would like to have your strength, your resistance but in this moment I feel too weak and humiliated but you are not finished and maybe we are only at the beginning. you put tits against tits and lift me and then you squeeze, squeeze too hard.
I start screaming even more forcefully in an almost animalistic way like an animal that is trapped in a vice, I feel my breasts being completely destroyed "GOD!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!! MY TITS ARE EXPLODING" it might seem ridiculous but at the moment it seems to happen in a few seconds, your grip is too much and shortly after from my mouth simply comes out a long moan and a few drops of saliva, my completely red face is now covered in tears, you are about to knock me out if you don't change your grip
jessicasinger: Ooooh, you are already crying. I mean, I am squeezing so hard that my arms are quivering, but still. This is going to be huge for the judges. You broke me pretty hard, but I'm already pushing you past that point, and I don't plan on ending it anytime soon.
I do need to shift though, because as much as I'd love to knock you out, my tatas can do it but my arms can't. I solve this problem by cleverly hiding the purpose of the next position. Shifting you very high on my overbust, I have to abandon the compression of your bottom titty meat, but it's worth it for the ego shot I'm about to deliver to you.
With your boobies now completely on top of mine, I lean back so far that you're not just pulled up, you're even slightly pulled forward and angled like me. I'm careful not to lean so far back that you can press down and collapse me, striking the perfect balance where I've got you up there securely. So securely in fact, that...
"Look girls, no hands!" I announce as I open the hug and simply let you sit up there, held in my lift by my tits only. "Didn't she have to use a tree to do this?" I ask innocently, and Linda makes an impressed face. I can see my score going up in my head - there's no way you can win this!
I feel you squirming a bit, hoping to slide off while my hands are away, but I've got you nicely balanced and it just takes a simple push of your hips to get you right back in the middle. My hands stay ready near your hips, forcing you to accept that you're not getting out this way - you're being held up tits to tits without hands and that's just how it is!!
What's great about this is that because my arms aren't involved, they are getting refreshed. I would have changed positions by now if not for my arms, because this one hurts your pride more than your body, but I need a little more time for the arms to recover. That's fine, it's fun to stare at you while you cry.
Daniela_titfighter: i'm crying miserably and pathetically and the fact that you're crushing me makes me scream and then start to suffocate, i may be on the verge of fainting but you don't seem to be kind enough to care. you simply leave me in a position that i didn't think possible, sure i'm younger than you but i would never ever have imagined this ability during a match.
martina's face is pure surprise practically taking your victory for granted, you lift me up in a movement too unique to be real, maybe this is a nightmare but unlike the first match. i'm not awake. let go of your hands and only your breasts hold me up and I cry and cry, I've cried so many times but this is one of the worst..
I struggle in the hope of lifting myself up, a pathetic attempt I have no more strength and with a blow of your breasts you put me back on top, I let out another scream and then another "please I'm a shitty whore, your tits are firm, I'll be your prisoner of you and your sister, I'll do everything...." I say before bursting into an even more ferocious cry.
your hands are resting and I can feel that my punishment will not end, in the moment in which our eyes cross you can see pure and simple terror that you have slipped into my skin. "USA...tits" I say in a sigh now your face is imprinted in my mind and this defeat is about to come, I hope you accept my conditions and do not destroy me
jessicasinger: It's clear as you go through humiliating confession after confession that you're trying to say anything I want in order to get down, but unlike you, I haven't given you your freedom phrase yet. I'm enjoying hearing you guess, remembering the things you made me say and trying to say them even worse. I smile widely. It's not enough.
My arms are ready to play now, and I slide you back down and wrap you up again tightly. My upperbust re-compresses the bottom part of your pair, and I'm surprised by how little resistance the titflesh gives as I cave it in again.
"God, they really are soft aren't they?" I ask, speaking to Linda, and she knows I don't just mean yours.
"Yes, something not quite right with the boobs in this family. Probably didn't drink enough milk," she speculates.
"Milk makes you big, you stupid little girl!" Martina snarls, but Linda stares back at her coldly.
"Genetics make you big. Milk makes you firm." she replied. "Do you even know what it tastes like?"
I can't tell if Linda truly believes this about milk or if she's trolling Martina. Probably the latter, but I do remember noting at a young age that she drank more milk than anyone I knew.
"It's true, she never drank milk" you whine, although again that might be true or you might be still trying to say anything to get down. I'm annoyed by your desperation and come up with a new way to embarrass you.
Lowering you so that I'm flattening even more of your chest, I bring you down until your stretched feet are just six inches from the dirt below us. "Ok little Italy, here's your chance. A toe down ends the hold right? If you really want down, work for it!"
I shake my head in contempt as your soft, overbounced, dominated boobies try to muster up strength and push my firm rocks aside. Literally zero progress.
"Something wrong in the family," I say in agreement with Linda. "Any woman with average firmness could get down from here," I lie.
You squirm, groan, and cry, but my rack is like a metal shelf and you can't push through it even an inch. "Just... just tell me what to say!" you beg, shattered and desperate.
I act disgusted by your utter surrender and failure to do even the easiest of escapes, but inside I am thrilled that my orbs have done such a great job. Time to make sure I don't just win the contest, I do the best lift any of us will ever see.
I pull you in as tight as I had you when you started to drool before, and speak to you in a slow, deeper voice that carries a lot of weight (like my tits!).
"You want to know what to say? Here's your exit pass, honey. You need to say 'I lost the contest because Big Jessica dominated my soft boobies!'" By speaking slowly, I try to make it sound even longer, because length is going to be a problem for you in a moment.
"I don't think a real woman would stoop to saying that, but if you really want to give up to my titties, go ahead!" I say, but at that moment, I go back to maximum squeeze mode.
"I lost the cohhhh..." your voice falls silent as your body runs out of air, my breasts now overpowering your lungs through your ribs and preventing you from inflating them. It's over. You have no access to air, I can knock you out as long as I keep you squeezed this tight.
15 seconds... 20....
"GAAAHHHH!" you gasp as I loosen just enough for you to breathe.
"Oh, you stopped. I guess you decided to keep fighting?" I ask, wiggling you left and right just a tiny bit to remind you how close to the dirt you are. Your face shows panic, and I react to it. "No? Well, either be a big girl and power down with your juggs, or say what I want to hear!" I insist.
"Ilostthecontestbeaaaaahhhhh..." You know my game now and try to say everything really fast before I can hyper-squeeze you. Nope. I made sure it was too long a phrase for that.
"Come onnn, either fight out or give up!" I say, faking annoyance.
Martina moves for the first time in awhile, acting like she might come in and break it up.
"Wait. What rule did she break?" Linda asks, sticking up for me.
"No but... it's over, just look! We're obviously going to vote for Jessica, this is unnecessary!!" Martina objects. I giggle as she makes the vote known even though there was no doubt. I love to hear one girl admit her friend is dominated.
"Well Daniela agreed to the rules, and the rules say she's up there until she gets down or is let down." Linda reminds her sternly. Martina is upset but knows she can't argue this. I can see on her face that it is killing her not to be in the contest, and quietly her determination is actually impressive to me. Even at her size, most girls would be cowards after seeing what my lift can really do, but Martina would still trust in her tits over mine.
Oh well, she's not invited. Sucks for her.
"You lost the cohhhh? You lost the contest becauuu?" I say mockingly. "I don't understand, is there some reason you're holding back? Are you not beaten ENOUGH?!" I ask, my voice rising with fake anger as I give you another short breath and speaking chance.
"IlostthecontestbecauseJessicuhhhhh..." Your best effort yet, but not enough. The tears are falling fat and heavy as you know the knockout is coming.
"Are you SERIOUS?! You're REALLY not going to submit to this?!" I ask, pretending to be deeply offended by your failure to complete the phrase. "Well you know what Daniela, FUCK YOU! I gave you and your pillow tits three chances, and you want to spit in my face?!?! Fine, then take it like a woman!!"
Leaning back for extra squeezing leverage, I just pour into you relentlessly. I love watching you cry for a while, but then close my eyes to exceed my own limits and keep your lungs completely empty.
I don't have a stopwatch, but it must have been half a minute since your last moan or twitch. My sister comes up and holds your hand up, then lets it fall.
"And she is OUT!" Linda confirms. Even in my dreams of revenge on you, it was never this perfect. We had a titty lift contest, and I won by ko. You will have absolutely nothing you can say to me whenever you wake up. Nothing to defend you, or your family for that matter. Today, the Singers beat you both.
"So easy," I say as I rudely let you slip down my chest, your tits bumping over mine and then your unconscious face smacking them as you fall to a heap.
"You're lucky, Martina. If we had let you play, your soft tits would have gotten the same!!"
Daniela_titfighter: my body collapses miserably like a sack of potatoes on the floor, a terrible scene to see, that would put fear in the heart of any woman, a knockout like this is very rare, such dominance.
but Martina has a small problem, she is a tough Italian like few others, one thing you should never do with an Italian is insult his family, she wasn't that worried about me but rather a small part of her was enjoying the show, but you and your sister insulted the wrong family. "hey bitch....what the fuck did you say?!" only those words came out of Martina's mouth, who could seem like a cross between a harpy for her battle cry and a bull for the strength in which she charges you, pushes her breast against yours with a monstrous power.
maybe Maritna's tits are not as firm as mine or yours or Linda's but they are definitely heavy and strong, being able to count on the force of the impact, she ignored Linda and held your tits against hers, like you did, a direct clash and then wrapped her arms around your back and tried to lift you up, planted her feet on the floor and lifted you up and then lowered herself and lifted you up again. they were not the thrusts I did but violent and furious, she made you touch the ground and then raised you up as if you were a sack of wheat or a weight in the gym.
"do you have something to say slut? maybe you were wrong to fuck with me? mmmm... american whore"
"è tempo di sentire come un vero paio di tette, senza aver bisogno di bere latte...in bocca al lupo" she say in italian
jessicasinger: Time is weird. When Martina calls me a bitch, it seems to slow down as if I'm trying to process what just happened. Surely she's not that dumb.
But then she's rushing me, and everything happens in an instant. Way before I can brace my body and set my chest so that my firmness is well placed for resistance, your cousin has swallowed me in her GG cups and is bending her knees. Is this really happening?!?!
I try to resist, but it's too late - I go up again, and this time it's not because I allowed it! My emotions are strange, both panic and confidence, because just a minute ago you were both our little bitches.
I'm lowered down again, and I'm about to tell her how lucky she fucking got, but she picks me up again, much tighter this time. I can't believe how much titstrength is in her soft saggy pair if she has them well placed and uses all her power, because each time I go up it feels like my boobs weight nothing to her.
"How... HOW?! She's so soft, how can she - OH FUCK!" I say as she shows off her strength and fury. Linda starts to move in, but my pride intervenes and I yell at her.
"WAIT!! I can do this, I... I'm gonna power down tits to tits, watch me!" I declare boldly. Linda actually nods in approval.
"Good. She's soft as tissue paper anyway, you shouldn't be up there in the first place," she admonishes. Oooh, I need to humble her later.
Scowling with determination, I drive my girls left and right trying to wedge them down between Martina's huge pair. The plan is to spread her's wide enough that her lack of firmness means she can't hold me. It's a good plan, only.... they're not spreading....
"F...FUCK.... She's... this is actually, um, kinda ha..." I cant admit it's hard, that I'm having trouble, but Martina isn't going to wait for me to figure it out. She's fighting for her family name, and hungry for embarrassment...
Daniela_titfighter: "oh what can you please she really fucked too much" she says with a big smile, enjoying the difficulties of managing this sudden situation, she feels your attempt to put your breast between her tits and I burst out laughing "please... you didn't understand a damn thing" with a presumption that didn't seem to belong to the woman who was being made fun of since the beginning of this situation, Martina, I'll lift you up again.
"I'm about to do something that will change your existence, do you think you're strong?" Martina made you touch the floor again, but this time she didn't stop there, she bent forward like a C shape, slowly trying to get you on your knees, meanwhile crushing her torso against yours with an impressive force "you always pay a debt and you pay using the same coin, prepare to feel a GG and the difference in size with a real woman"
the grip was getting stronger and stronger while Martina's big tits like an avalanche tried to squeeze your tits, enveloping them completely "oh but did you have a breast?"
"tell me do you want to give up? you can handle ME!" Martina now looked like a python, she bit her lip and with a deep voice said only "and now up" showing her nature as an active person of the family, she straightened her legs and bent her back but this time the other way around, now she was looking at the sky and your face.
"tell me? tell me? tell me where is your confidence" a tighter grip than the others and then simply return to the starting position, she held you ten centimeters from the floor, Martina's arms were shaking
"se vuoi essere lasciata, dovrai parlare in italiano"
jessicasinger: I can't believe the way your cousin keeps putting me down and lifting me up again, just showing off how easy it is for her. I also can't believe how much titpower she has once her saggy, wide jugg meat is pushed together and united.
Then she puts me down again and bends me like I'm a mannequin, dominating my body while she asks if I feel strong. My emotions are still such a whirl, I was winning so recently! But she's doing whatever she wants to, and I feel myself blush with embarrassment when she tell me her size. Is she really a GG?!
Then she picks me up AGAIN, and this time it's revenge; she holds me just a little off the ground, exactly like I did to you. And just like you, I can't get down! She's got soooo much booby, I just can't get through it! But she keeps embarrassing me, taunting me relentlessly as she wants me to admit to myself that I can't get down.
I'm getting more and more panicked as I start to think I should have asked for Linda's help. I want to say something to get down, but Martina's instructions are in Italian!
"Buh... but I don't speak... Urgh this is NOT FAIR!" I complain. She just squeezes me tighter, showing off the titpressure she can create, and my voice gets higher and more shrill.
"Martina st-STOP! I, uh... no me gusta? Lo siento!" My sister puts her face in her palm in disgust. "Jess you idiot, that's Spanish," she says. Fuuuuck I don't care, I just want to get down!
"S'il vous plait! No mas! Nicht mehr! Umm..." I realize that I just don't know any Italian. I'm not sure exactly what she said, but it feels she's angry about my language problems, and my random European language don't seem to be helping.
"Martina PLEASE, I don't know!! You're too big, just put me down PLEASSEEE! Um, um... Mozzarella! Grazie prego, pronto! PLEEEEEASE YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIGGGG!" I wail. Linda now looks concerned, unsure what to do. I want to beg her to help me, but it is very hard to say this to your little sister.
I keep trying to shimmy my tits and wedge down from Martina's big lift, but I'm still 10 centimeters up - I can't get any space back at all from her powerful hold. I keep saying "pleeeeease!" trying to get my sister to understand that I need her, but she's still unsure because I haven't asked directly.
"Jess... she was really soft when I hugged her. I reeeally think you should get yourself down from this," Linda says in disappointment, but she doesn't understand. She felt Martina's saggy rack when it was spread out and useless against her firmness; it is MUCH different when those big Italian cannons are operating correctly.
"Well I CAN'T! She's destroying meeee!" I whine, feeling tears forming in my eyes at this terrible truth.
Daniela_titfighter: "what's not right?" Martina says with a satisfied smile on her face, holding you tightly in her arms with so much strength that she can be sure that not even a thread would pass between her and your body.
"ohhh but I'm surprised, do you know other languages?" she squeezed once more "unfortunately you don't speak the only important language for this situation but I have to say that I'm surprised, you Americans are known for having everything in a bigger version but not the boobs, those are small and extremely weak" she had started walking around Linda in a circle, wanting not only to imitate you but now also me! Martina wanted to prove to everyone that she was the best.
on the fifth lap she decided it was time to show a little more power and headed towards a tree "ok, ok oooooook now you're going to feel the worst comprehension of your life but first I have to position myself better"
after these words a strange almost miraculous event happens, Martina had tried to bring your tits even higher but I start to moan.
Martina went down slightly, her voice a little in panic "stop moving! you're grinding my tits on top of yours!" Martina shook her head in what seemed like pain and disbelief "no! no! Jessica ohhhhh my god! your family has really firmer tits"
Martina looked in panic first at you and then at your breasts like that for a couple of times before letting out another longer, more painful moan "stop like this you're killing my tits"
"Jessica! stop! stop! stop!" Martina was so close to the tree that she could almost taste the victory but now she found herself moaning and begging "wait!!! Jessica your family..your family issssss..." Martina took a step back and arched her back slightly as if she was about to fall.
the world stopped for a second the birds had returned after my screams and now they were watching the fall of the second Italian.
"it's a FAMILY OF IDIOTS" those were the statements of Martina who had put herself in an uncomfortable position just to be able to take a bit of a run and do a bit of theater, sure that this would give you a moment of hope to then pull the rug out from under you.
Martina loaded the tree, crashing with much more force than I did, who simply leaned on it, instead Martina looked like a wrecking ball hitting a wall and unfortunately in the middle were your tits.
"so... ufff... let's talk about your family for a second, in my opinion your family is not normal, maybe it's because of all that shit you eat in this country but how can your family not have just one real woman?" Martina's voice was full of venom, she slowly made you slide putting your upperbutt against hers "let's go" Martina's feet pushed against the ground like a rugby player pushing the opposing team, I started to push her tits against yours "I would really like to hear your apologies for the comments about my family"
the hands in the process had freed themselves and were resting, now Martina was performing a double biceps pose, while holding you up like I had done but much much better or worse depending on who was watching
"oh look have you started to cry or maybe you were crying before???" Martina licked your cheek "maybe you took advantage of the fact that my cousin is too good but I am extremely sadistic, this double GG will make your tits similar to those of your sister"
Linda was about to intervene by moving towards you, but now I recovered and without a shred of shame I attached myself to Linda's legs making any rescue action impossible
"now say it in Italian, I want you to let me go" she bit your lower lip with tenderness and then let go of your lip and whispered "I'm much better with choking if you want to see" now her voice was clearly excited
jessicasinger: As Martina STILL carries me with her bigger boobs, I feel myself panic more and more as now she is walking laps around my sister to show how much she dominates me. It feels like I'm reliving the horrible day when YOU carried me around in front of Linda - now she has seen both of you overpower my proudest curves. I thrash about, ready to cry and desperate to break free, when suddenly Martina's voice changes.
My mouth falls open in shock as my wild flailing is actually working! I can't believe I'm smiling while I'm still in the air by her GG cups, but I am - she just admitted I'm too firm for her! Me, and my whole family!!
"That's right bitch, now put me down!" I say as soon as she trails off, but when she starts speaking again it's all wrong. She's not struggling, she's not afraid. She's angry and insulting me again, and I realize she gave me falso hope. The emotional crash from believing in myself, then being doomed again, is too much for me.
The first tear falls down my face when she slams me into the tree, the same tree where you humiliated me also, but she's bigger and more forceful and I can't hold my tears anymore.
"NOOOOOOO PLEEEEESE PUT ME DOWNNN!" I wail as my crying waters the tree below me. Now Martina continues to make demands, humiliating the Singer name even more and telling me everything she wants to hear. I wish I could resist her, but my mind is shattered and my tits are getting destroyed.
"I'm SORRY Martina, your family has the best tits!!! You win the contest, I GIVE UPPPP pleeeease no moreeee! Por fav... uh... Per favore!!!" She just gets more and more controlling of me, showing off her hands-free tittylift by flexing, then licking my salty cheek to rub in my shame.
I really thought admitting defeat would end my suffering, but she's got so much joy in her eyes I wonder if I'll ever come down. "Linda help!" I finally beg, but she's grabbed and no help is coming.
"Martina YOU WIN! YOU HAVE THE BEST TITS!!!"
Daniela_titfighter: Martina was having a great time she didn't expect that the ride with her cousin could be so much fun, your tears were a great accompaniment combined with your screams and the content of your screams, Martina moaned with pleasure "ohhh....the big bad wolf will eat you in one bite now" saying this the Italian's breasts rose even more threatening if she continued to raise your tits until they reached your face.
"hey stop!"
"fuck you watch out I'll knock you out again"
"fuck you"
"you're cheating!"
Martina snorted hearing these words behind her, she knew that the ban had to end "I appreciate your effort to understand that your family and your nation are garbage but..."
"I would like so much so much, so much, SO MUCH!" Martina's hands grab your hair "suffocating you showing you my specialty, think of your face trapped between my tits, between my best tits"
"ehhh....you can speak a little Italian then even if it wasn't what I asked for" the woman's venomous voice indicated a certain irritation for your lack
"but that's okay for today.." without ceremony Martina lets you go, letting you fall on your ass on the ground, then turning to Linda "enough wasting time Daniela, we have to go on the boat" she said in a casual tone and then added "I hope to see you again soon Linda"
jessicasinger: As Martina finally lets me fall after completely dominating my spirit, I crumple into a pile and expect Linda to rush over and comfort me. But instead she gets right in Martina's face, pulling away from you and putting her steel bust right up against Martina's again. But this time, Martina feels cocky from winning the best titlift contest, so she pushes right back at Linda and they glare at each other.
"What's this about a boat?" she asks angrily. "Are the Italians retreating again? Because I think you KNOW I can beat you!" Linda says with fire in her voice, but Martina yells right back at her.
"Not in titty lifting, little girl! Your sister just named me Titlift Queen, and you couldn't even get me off the ground with your tiny boobs!" Linda hates size taunting (I guess because she grew up with me...), and she's about to go for a crushing hug when you interrupt everyone, explaining that your family has a boat on the nearby river and saying that you want to challenge us there. As you describe the rules of your challenge, my sister's face fills with determination and eagerness, as this is exactly the kind of chance she wants against you and especially your cousin. I am surprised that you are making this challenge, since out of everyone today, you performed the worst. I beat you, Martina beat me, Linda beat Martina in hugging... but maybe this is why YOU are the one making the challenge.
Linda accepts before I can speak, and gets the address from you. She doesn't bother telling me because she's got the better memory, so we gather our things and leave, her with a fierce look and me trying to wipe tears from my face...
