Greetings, my fellow titfight connoisseurs,
While perusing my (rather comprehensive) personal archive, I noticed that this independent piece by Jon Grey no longer appears to be up, anywhere on the internet. Given how good of a story it is (as usual for the author, of course), it would be damn near criminal of me to keep it hidden from all you fellow readers. So, for that reason, as well as to ensure the story's continued safe-keeping, I thought it might be a good idea to repost it here.
Please enjoy!
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Tara's painting
by Jon Grey
Tara finished the painting with a huge smile on her face. Her degree was just wrapping up, and her final piece, capping off a long series of nudes, was a self portrait. The twenty-two year old loved that she'd created something almost photographic for the final painting: “The Real Me?” She also loved that as accurate as she'd been, she was looking at a very attractive woman.
In the painting, she stood with one hand on her head, highlighting her toned arms. She was particularly proud of the way she'd captured the lines of her un-flexed biceps. She thought back to her time in the gym, working the weights both early in the morning and late at night. Her shoulders were taut but feminine, sloping downward from the neck. Her boyfriend had loved that slope, she remembered slyly, and she'd grown to appreciate the delicacy of the line on her form, especially as she'd begun on this project. Her hair created a mahogany frame around those delicate lines, falling to her mid back.
Twelve portraits. Done. The pride in her work was evident on her face, and she continued scanning her final piece, feeling better and better about her art. Her breastbone met the shoulder asymmetrically, the human imperfection that any well-educated art student would know and understand. But her perfect breasts were the culmination of the piece. They were the sole representation of her feminine sexuality — she felt that others might find a full frontal nude vulgar, though she had no problem painting it. It was still her degree, she realized, and as she moved out to create more, those opportunities would come.
But her breasts had taken her the longest. Supple, firm, round, and feminine, they were the only place she was happy she hadn't lost weight. Indeed, the workout seemed to make her bust fuller by tightening those muscles around her boobs. She absently ran her hand under her bra-clad boobs, loving their firmness.
“I'm hot,” she whispered to herself, admiring the portrait. She was even prouder when she had realized she hadn't exaggerated.
“They are that perfect,” she had whispered. “No wonder Tim loves them.” Since then, she'd found herself fascinated with her breasts. And that fascination turned towards other women's chests. She compared herself, only by sight, and was loving that she came out on top. Her interest pulled her toward the internet, and in looking at “boob comparison” searches, she saw a phrase “titfight” pop up on more than one search. She spent a significant amount of time researching the topic, and while she hid the fantasy from Tim, she constantly wondered how she might fare in a battle.
She was thinking of it when she heard a familiar voice say “Nice tits,” and turned to look right at Candice, another senior working on her project.
“Always knew you had a good rack, Tara, but damn. Looking fine,” she laughed. “A bit of artistic license?” For some reason, Tara took serious offense.
“That's exactly how they look,” Tara said derisively, turning around for effect. Candice snorted. She looked at the brunette's back and decided to push.
“Yeah. Why would you paint something that made you look bad?” she offered. Tara turned, annoyed, and stopped as she took in the aggressive blonde. Candice's hair fell just to the bottom of her neck, as short all around. She'd clipped it with a simple, black barrette. Tara had always hated Candice for her face, though she thought Candice a talented artist. Her face was almost angelic — soft features with sharp bone structure. She knew that a few of their classmates had used her face as the inspiration for their pieces in the past.
Of course, Tara's newfound interest led her down the blonde's broader, though still feminine shoulders to her chest. Candice was wearing a black v-neck, and had some inviting cleavage. Candice's breasts seemed almost identical in size to Tara's rack, and Tara realized she'd never noticed the similarity before. Tara lingered on the dark cleavage between Tara's sizable breasts, and Candice caught her looking.
“I'm assuming yours are real, too?” Candice teased. Tara gave her a baleful look.
“Absolutely,” Tara snapped. She couldn't believe Candice would imply that.
“I thought so,” Candice said, raising her hands defensively and asking. “Mine, too,” she said proudly, shaking them. Tara felt her eyes drawn to the wobbling flesh, noticing the deep purple bra doing a strong job of keeping Candice's orbs in check. “Do you mind if I feel?” Candice asked.
Tara was about to say no, but she knew they were alone and shrugged. “Whatever. Just try not to get too overwhelmed,” she said pointedly. Candice laughed but reached out and squeezed Tara's left breast. She nodded, and Tara did her best not to gasp. The squeeze forced her nipple directly into the bra cup, and a sharp spark spread as a slow tingling from her breast toward her stomach. Candice dropped the covered boob and moved to the next one.
“Damn girl, I'm almost not convinced. These are firm-ass boobs. Tim must love these.” Tara let a smile creep over her face, and Candice grinned as she saw the brunette's eyes lock on to her chest.
“Go ahead. Mine are real, too. And they're spectacular.” Both girl's laughed as Tara timidly filled her hand with Candice's left boob.
“Wow.” Tara's eyes watched Candice's flesh spill over the top of the shirt as she gently squeezed and shook the blonde's firm tit. Tara was as impressed with Candice's pert boob as the blonde had been with hers. They both stood in front of Tara's portrait, shaking, squeezing and caressing each other's heavy boobs.
“You've got a great rack,” Candice said. “I'm still not convinced that they are as awesome as the painting, but I know one thing,” the blonde said, obviously baiting her.
“What's that?” Tara asked, more curious than anything.
“My tits are better than yours,” Candice said, completely confident.
“Fuck you,” Tara said. Somehow she'd expected that, but it still pissed her off.
“You wish,” Candice laughed. Tara flipped her off and thought about turning around, but instead stepped forward. Candice looked down, a mixture of amusement and surprise on her face. Both bra-clad breasts pushed into each other. Tara's top was far more conservative, but she could feel the tops of her firm tits sliding over the cup of her bra, just as Candice's amazing rack pushed out of her shirt.
“I can feel my tits pushing yours out of your bra,” Candice laughed.
“It's not like yours are in there,” Tara shot back. Both looked down to watch Candice's full tits bulging over the cups.
“Let's see yours,” Candice challenged. “Take that top off.” Candice pulled away and pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts and that well-made, purple lace bra. Tara watched the interior curves of the blonde's boobs shake and quiver as the latter dropped her t-shirt behind her. Candice bounced her big boobs and Tara continued watching.
Tara kept her eyes down as she reached for the bottom of her blouse and she pulled it over her head. She felt her boobs shaking against the plain white bra she'd thrown on.
“Nice tits,” Candice said, stepping forward. Tara gave a sheepish grin as both women's breasts bulged over their respective bra cups. Tara's flesh was slightly paler, but both women seemed to see about the same amount of flesh displaced by the sudden contact. “Too bad mine look like they're going to flatten yours,” she said, pushing in.
“Ha!” Tara said, smiling despite herself.
“Well, given the way those things oozed over the top of that bra, I'll be surprised if they match that painting,” Candice said, pushing her bra-covered boobs further into the brunette's. Tara shoved back, satisfied that they were at least even at that point, and soon the women were alternating pushes, their tits sliding out and up with each pass.
“I'm going to lock the door,” Tara said suddenly. “And you and I are going to find out whose tits are better,” she said. She pulled away, surprised at how hard her nipples had gotten.
When she turned around after locking the door, she saw Candice's full tits on display. They weren’t as round as her own, she realized even as her hands moved to unhook her own bra. They were more conical in shape, ending with slightly puffy nipples, and Tara didn't try to hide her stare.
Candice didn't notice Tara's stare, as she was watching the bra fall from the brunette's firm boobs. She swore that the bra got hung up on Tara's nipples before it fell, leaving her tits bare. Tara's big tits were almost exactly like they were on the painting. Candice fought the urge to turn to look at the portrait to compare, but the full, round orbs were, if anything, bigger in real life. She licked her lips, wondering if her own tits held up. Tara's pink nipples were rock hard, thick and short and red on her pale boobs. Her breasts hung just slightly lower on her chest, but they even looked as firm as they felt.
Candice's own nipples were a dark pink — not as dark as Tara's nips, but still a healthy shade. Both pairs of breasts shook as the two women slowly strode forward. There wasn't a discussion, but both women looked down to watch their big boobs melt into each other.
Tara groaned as she felt Candice's stiff peaks push into her flesh, while Candice grunted as she felt her own firm breasts pushed into Tara's heavy tits. The two women slowly pushed and slid their boobs around, each pass lingering between erotic sensations and some discomfort.
Tara felt her own boobs, heavy and full though they were, bending against Candice's firm tits, but pushing against the exterior of the blonde's more conical boobs, Tara felt the blonde's tits distort and shift. Candice felt the same thing, loving that her tits were pushing against and almost into Tara's round boobs. Her own breasts were bending and folding at the same time, and the erotic tingle was giving way to the discomfort more and more.
Tara's big breasts slid over Candice's rack, and the blonde moaned. Thinking she'd gotten an advantage, Tara stopped her swaying to keep her breasts atop her opponent's chest. As Candice moved, Tara followed, and the blonde grew frustrated as she tried to get her tits out from under Tara's breasts. Candice groaned and dipped her hips, relieving some of the pressure from her breasts. As Tara stepped back to gain her footing, Candice shot up, sending the tips of her breasts into the underside of the brunette's vulnerable tits.
“Oh, fuck,” Tara groaned. She'd read about moves like that, but apparently Candice wasn't naïve about titfights. She could feel her big tits shaking on her chest as she pulled back. Candice had already reared back, her reddening tits quivering on her chest. The blonde reared back for a strike, but Tara reacted more quickly, and slung her tits from the left. Her right breast slammed into Candice's right boob, sending waves across the blonde's breast that were stopped as Tara began dragging her tits across her opponent's perky boobs.
Candice groaned as she felt her tits bend and fold slightly, springing back into shape and slapping gently against Tara's round breasts. Candice stepped forward, hoping to push her tits into the brunette's rounder breasts, but felt Tara immediately push back. Both pairs of breasts flattened out, each becoming more and more red with the continuous contact.
Neither woman could keep their eyes off the battle at their chest. Tara felt her tits slide over Candice's big breasts, loving that she could feel those perky cones slightly bend under the weight of her dense tits, while Candice reveled in the fact that during the pass, she felt the tips of her tits stab into Tara's orbs, sending winces of discomfort through the brunette's face.
Both women began slinging their torsos in alternate directions, forcing their breasts to slid into the other's cleavage. When Tara's boobs would slide into Candice's cleavage, the blonde would actually slide her arms down, using her biceps to force her tits together. Tara hissed each time, but the pinch seemed more a surface pain, so she focused instead on doing damage.
Her own tactic was simple. She used her tits to crush and bash Candice's. Candice's stabs were making her sore, but she couldn't feel any huge damage through the moves, so she continued on her pattern. Candice felt her tits being battered, but she also knew that her own pressure on Tara's big boobs was doing its damage. The blonde's blows had reddened Tara's tits in specific places, and reddened them intensely.
After another pass, Candice dipped down and shot up, landing another uppercut blow. Tara's tits flew up, and Candice did not re-engage with the tit to tit contact, instead landing a massive blow into Tara's breasts. Tara groaned as she felt Candice rock her tits, and she wondered how the fight was going to go. Tara backed up and tried a swing, connecting on her first blow.
“Oh, Jesus,” Candice groaned. Her concial tits rippled and wobbled on her chest and Tara followed up with another swing. Candice felt her tits slammed to the right and swore again as she felt her tits shaking over her chest.
“I'm going to pound your tits flat, Candice,” Tara said gleefully, enjoying the feel of another woman's boobs getting beaten under hers. Tara sent another shot from her left, and Candice tried to get out of the way, stepping back a second too late. As the brunette's breasts distended, the tips of Tara's tits slammed into Candice's boobs, causing both women to groan. Candice stepped back, and Tara took the opportunity to slam herself forward. Candice's perky boobs momentarily lost their shape, as the point of the cone melded against Tara's pair. As the brunette pulled back, Candice's tits sprang back into their original shape, and Tara hid her frustration well.
Candice watched as Tara slammed forward again, and felt her boobs battered once more. She couldn't believe how much force the brunette was getting behind the blows, but her round, dense jugs were slamming forward like wrecking balls, and they were doing damage. The blonde slapped her arms around Tara's torso and pulled her in. Tara was surprised at the speed of the move, but more surprised when she felt Candice's perky boobs pulling into her own.
“Oh, damn,” Tara said, Tara pushed against Candice's boobs, and the blonde did likewise, but the blows lacked force with Tara unable to get the momentum. Meanwhile, Candice began sliding her tits down and under before doing rapid fire stabs into the underside of Tara's tits. The brunette's boobs wobbled, quivering on the top as she felt Candice's perky boobs pushing them up, in a staccato rhythm. Candice felt her boobs sliding under and to the side, but kept up the assault, if only to protect her from the surprising boob boxing.
“Let go,” Tara said, becoming frustrated that Candice had stopped her plan of attack. This time as Tara maneuvered her boobs to lay atop Candice's, a position that seemed to benefit the former at the beginning of the fight, Candice simply slammed upward, almost stabbing her perky tits into the meaty tissue of Tara's boobs. Candice's little shoves and stabs seemed to be taking their toll, and Tara realized she desperately needed to get away from the blonde. Candice moved back for another stab, and Tara twisted her torso, counting on the surprise to break the hug.
Candice was surprised, but realized the only way she wasn't going to fall was to follow her. She stumbled, but somehow managed to use Tara as a post, and they both spun until Tara felt her back slam against the wall — right next to her self portrait. Candice laughed as she freed her hands in time to avoid them getting trapped. She grabbed the brunette's wrists and held them above the brunette's head. Tara struggled, trying to force her wrists down, but she wasn't able to move before the blonde slammed her tits forward. Tara groaned as she felt Candice's perky breasts shove into her rounder boobs. Her tits regained their form, and Tara twisted her torso to the left, trying to gather momentum. The short space allowed Candice to stab forward.
Candice smiled as she felt her perky tits slam into Tara's full rack, and Tara groaned as she felt the stabbing sensation from the side of her tits. Tara's flesh slid out slowly as Candice held her position, the brunette's big boobs trying to regain their position on Tara's chest. Candice slid back to allow Tara's tits their original position, but just as the relief had set in for Tara, Candice slammed forward again.
Tara couldn't believe the sensation this time as she happened to look down. Her firm, heavy tits seemed to balloon out and around Candice's darker boobs. She realized that Candice's tits had speared her own, but rather than simply bouncing back, her tits oozed around the better pair. Candice felt it, too, and let her boobs rest in the heavy breasts of her opponent. Tara felt her flesh spilling downward as Candice pulled away, reforming slowly rather than springing back. Tara refused to give up, slamming her own tits forward in a final effort to shake Candice off.
Tara groaned as she felt the irritation turn into a flash of pain as Tara's tits wrapped around Candice's concial boobs. Candice smiled, but didn't laugh. She'd won, but she had different plans for the brunette and her spectacular rack. She pushed Tara against the wall again and gently, slowly pushed her tits into Tara's. The blonde was just as amazed at the change in Tara's rack, as her boobs pushed aside more and more of the brunette's flesh. Soon it looked like the brunette's tits had simply yielded to the blonde's firmer pair. Candice pulled away and did it once more.
Tara sat in stunned silence as she saw her proud tits destroyed. There was no denying it — Candice's perky rack had proven better. Her eyes went wide as Candice began moving the beaten jugs over her chest. Tara felt her tits flop gently around. Up, down, left, right, her boobs wobbled and shook as the blonde directed them.
“I give,” Tara said softly. Candice grinned.
“I bet you do,” Candice growled. “That looks like it hurts,” she added. Tara groaned as Candice gently prodded the beaten tits with her own pair.
“I told you mine were better,” Candice said, pulling away. “I'm keeping this,” she said, reaching down for Tara's bra. Tara nodded. She just wanted this over. Her beaten boobs looked soft and pathetic on her chest, while Candice's looked red, but still firm, sitting high on her chest. She was amazed at the damage that the blonde had managed, and she rubbed her beaten tits. She knew Tim was going to be upset. She sighed as she began picking up her shirt, her tits dangling beneath her.
“Well, we've got one more thing to do,” Candice said, sliding her own shirt over her braless, tender boobs.
The night of Tara's art show was attended well, with every professor bringing in a friend. There were only positive comments about the work, how it conceptually tied together, and the talent in its execution.
Tara smiled as Tim laid his arm around her, and she didn't mind the eyes on her displayed cleavage. Candice winked at her as she looked meaningfully at the bustline of the dress Tara had chosen. Tara rolled her eyes but turned to discuss the project with her mentor.
“I really like the last piece. Forgive me for saying so, but you paid such attention to the bust — you created a marvelous focus for the feminine ideal.” Tara smiled politely and turned to look at the painting. The conical tits were perfect, topped with stiff nipples. They were firm and powerful. Tara sighed as she greeted another fan.
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