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Anya Taylor-Joy vs Zendaya Coleman
Nude Oil Wrestling Match



The two statuesque beauties quickly discovered the peril of oil wrestling.  As their taut, lithe bodies thrashed and squirmed in the baby oil-filled pit, they found it as much of a struggle to hold onto one another as it was to fight each other.  Efforts to remain upright on their knees were frequently for naught, and there was no hope whatsoever of standing up on their feet.  Leverage was impossible to gain.  Quickly enough, the pair were reduced to utter exhaustion, and they realized this would not be a match in which one out-wrestled the other, but instead merely outlasted her.

It was also impossible to gain a firm handhold on any part of the body other than the hair, so their manes were nearly continuously being tugged, producing grunts and squeals as their scalps burned with pain.  The result was a tumultuous struggle, but one in which neither Coleman nor Taylor-Joy could hold any advantage that lasted more than a few bare seconds.

But now at last that was about to change.  As they squirmed and thrashed about, each managed to get...however unsteadily...to their knees as they faced one another.  Zendaya wrapped her arms around Anya's torso, pulling her in tight for a bearhug, their modest breasts pancaked together.  But this allowed Anya, more instinctively than with any intent, to slam a headbutt into her rival's face.  Coleman's eyes went glassy and her arms fell limply away from Anya, releasing the bearhug, as Zendaya swayed on her knees, her body remaining upright by the barest of threads.

As swiftly as she could, Taylor-Joy crawled behind her opponent and applied a Rear Naked Choke, panic filling her victim's glazed eyes as she struggled for breath, Zendaya's hands futilely tugging and slapping at her oppressor's arm.  But already on the verge of exhaustion, it didn't take long now for the brunette to pass out.

Anya released her chokehold, and Zendaya fell forward face-down in the pool of oil.  Grabbing her beaten foe's hair, the blonde pulled Coleman's slack-jawed face up so that spectators could get a good look at her semi-conscious visage, as the victorious girl smugly smiled, basking in her triumph.  She then rolled Zendaya onto her back and mounted her chest, sitting atop her as the blonde's naked body glimmered beneath its sheath of oil, and she raised her arms to proclaim her victory, then blew the beaten Zendaya a taunting kiss.

[Savant]

Kaley Cuoco vs Kat Dennings: Coup de Grace

It had finally come down to this. Kat was on her knees in front of Kaley, a beaten, sweaty mess. Her eyes were unfocused, dazed. She had eaten dozens of punches to the jaw and was possibly concussed.

Kaley had fought her long-time rival countless times. The fights were always competitive and close. But not this time. Kaley had trained especially hard and it had payed off. Her endurance was greater, her punches more powerful and her strikes more quick. She had systematically beaten her brunette enemy and now she was ripe for the plucking.

In the fog of her bruised brain, Kat could not understand how things had reached this point. Kaley was strong and sturdy but Kat was just as strong, if not moreso. She had always held her own against the blonde and had often beaten her in the end. But it was different this time. Kaley was more ruthless, more determined…

Kaley drew back her arm and fired one more devastating right cross into Kat’s jaw, dropping her rival flat on her back, her arms splayed helplessly above her head.

Kaley took her time now, mounting Kat. She bounced her ass up and down on Kat’s tummy, driving the air from the lungs of the brunette.

She then slowly dropped down her impressive breasts over Kat’s dizzy face. What irony! The voluptuous Kat Dennings’ was going to be taken out by a breast smother!

Kaley wiggled and shifted until she got a perfect seal over Kat’s face, her sweaty breasts blotting out all the light and oxygen. Kat was trapped, helplessly trapped in a suffocating smother of tit flesh.

The brunette desperately tried to free her face but Kaley’s strong arms kept her firmly in place and the weight of the blonde’s breasts were overwhelming.

After 30 seconds or so panic swept over Kat and she started screaming desperately into Kaley’s cleavage but the sounds were smothered by the blonde’s chest. Kat’s body desperately thrashed but to no avail.

Kaley was showing no mercy today, there would be no chance for Kat to get revenge in a rematch. Kaley was determined, absolutely determined to snuff out her arch enemy once and for all.

Seconds turned into agoningsly long minutes.

All the strength was being smothered out of Kat’s luscious body as Kaley kept feeding her more and more tit.
“Going under baby, going under…” Kaley hissed in Kat’s ear.

She stopped trying to free herself as Kaley relentlessly, mercilessly pressed her tits harder and harder into Dennings’ face. Kat gradually stopped her feeble attempts to buck Kaley off her; her legs turned to jelly, then slowly slid down.

“It’s all over for you Kat, you fucked up taking me on over and over. It was only a matter of time until I beat you down to a point of no return. Say goodnight baby because there is no mercy for you this time. No mercy,” Kaley crowed in triumph. She was so turned on right now. It was so hot to have Kat underneath her, beaten, used up, utterly spent.

It had finally come to this. They had fought each other so many times, beaten themselves into a stupor. Many times Kaley had been beaten, humiliated by Kat and the brunette’s legendary rack. So it felt so sweet to finally apply this devastating coup de grace on the brunette. She would never fuck with her again. Kat Dennings was over. Kaley had breast smothered her into a final oblivion. 

But Kaley wasn’t quite done. She  finally peeled her tits off Kat’s face. She then got up and retrieved her phone from her bag. She walked back to Kat and started talking selfies of herself ragdolling her lifeless enemy.

She took shots of herself:

- Clinching a reverse bearhug around Kat’s abdomen
- Trapping her in a backbreaking camel clutch
- Clinching a rear naked choke on the brunettte
- Wrapping her thighs around Kat’s neck in a front figure four head scissors
- Pressing her hands as hard as she could into Kat’s tummy[/li][/list]

Finally she ended her trophy displaying by taking a handful of Kat’s brown hair and forcing her arch-enemy to “kiss” her feet. She then flipped over Dennings onto her back before pressing her bare feet onto Kat’s helpless face, stepping on her to show her dominance.

She was utterly triumphant.

[Savant]

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[Nicole S]

Billie Eilish vs Sydney Sweeney



Billie’s top had been ripped apart in the first five minutes, but that hadn't affected her performance in the fight in the slightest. Her big breasts were on full display as she shifted her posture, making sure every inch of her chest was soaked with the water splashing down on them from the shower head. Sydney’s gaze continuously flickered downward during their fight, and it was hard not to notice why—Billie was definitely stacked, her breasts full and perfectly shaped, just the right amount of bounce to every deliberate step.

“Look at you, Billie… all the cleavage and corsets on the red carpet. I guess the 'girl-next-door' act really didn’t sell once the boys got bored of your frumpy sweaters, huh? Took a few push-up bras and some actual skin to get their attention back." Sydney called her out as the girls sized one another up, neither ready to make another move just yet. Both girls weren't new to the scene, and knew that patience was key in these kinds of standoffs. Her hands hovered over her breasts, as if she could somehow hide the very thing she’d always prided herself on. But with every passing second, the embarrassment started to fade. She wasn’t going to hide. Fuck that, she thought. Her boobs were just as fucking big, just as bouncy, just as iconic, she told herself... though with every repeated mantra, it seemed more an attempt to convince herself than anything.

“The queen of cleavage and spokeswoman for push-up bras is going to call me out?" Billie laughed, her tits jiggling as she paused incredulously. She tilted her head as she thought of an idea, "... but I can see why you’re always depending on those push-up bras to look like you’ve got something there,” Billie purred, letting the words linger in the air as she just called Sydney fucking Sweeney small to her face, catching Sweeney's eyes lingering downward. Sydney’s cheeks flushed red, but she quickly shook it off, trying not to let the younger woman get into her head. Billie was trying to get under her skin, but she'd be damned if she was going to let her. Billie pressed her luck, "Tell me, Syddie—do you keep the Wonderbra on when you give your man a titfuck, or do you take it off and let him see behind all the smoke and mirrors?"

Syd took the bait. She lunged forward, aiming to slam her chest into Billie’s, ready to prove that her body wasn’t something to be easily dismissed. Billie didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, her eyes flashing hungrily as she watched Sweeney charge at her. The moment Sydney’s body came within range, Billie arched out her phat weaponry, shifting her stance to absorb the brunt of Sydney's tits... and redirect them! She caught Sydney’s wrists in a smooth motion as jugg met jugg. Both women groaned from the impact, but Billie tanked the hit with purpose. Using the blonde’s momentum against her, with a swift twist of her hips, Billie spun Sydney around and powered her into the glass wall partisan of the shower with an audible impact. Sydney’s breath caught in her chest as the impact stunned her, and she found her arms held above her head by Billie’s grip.  Billie pressed Sydney up against the shower wall, pancaking their breasts together as she hungrily watched her breasts try to flatten the blonde's proud globes. Syd grunted in frustration.

"You're not the first egotistical blonde who thought she had the titties to beat mine," Billie purred as she pushed her tits against Sydney's, rolling over them with her own as Billie made flapjacks out of the self-proclaimed best tits in Hollywood. Sydney tried to arch her back, but the songstress ground her body against the blonde's own as her hips kept Sydney pinned up against the wall. Sydney let out a moan as the frigid glass stung her back. Sydney snarled and tried to push Billie away, but Billie wasn’t giving her a damn inch. Syd couldn't get any starting momentum to push against Billie's rack, so it was just her size up against Eilish's... and Billie had more.

The younger woman’s tits dominated every second of the fight, rolling over Sydney’s proud, struggling breasts with a passion that bordered on cruel. Billie leaned in closer, her lips curling into a smirk as she whispered into Sydney’s ear, “These are the tits that everyone in Hollywood is jerking off over? All I see are a pair of cheap balloons. Disappointing... I was promised I'd get to fight 'the best', but all I see is a bargain-bin Upton... scratch that, a Johannson."

Sydney gasped, her strength faltering under Billie’s relentless assault. Every move the singer made was calculated—hard presses, grinding chests, her breasts simply overpowering Sydney’s own and claiming total dominion over the unassuming actress. The blonde’s pride crumbled with every passing second as her perfect tits shrunk down against Billie's, her moans of discomfort betraying her attempt to save face and fight back.

“Admit it,” Billie growled, her voice low and husky as she clutched the back of Sydney's neck, forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes, “You’re done. My tits fucking own yours, princess.”

Sydney's ego wouldn't let her. “Fuck you...” she groaned as she tried to stage a defense, but it was beaten back by Billie's merciless titflesh. Her nipples had involuntarily hardened in response to Billie's body grinding against her own. Sydney's pink nipples were tough, normally more than enough to turn the tide in a titfight, but she soon squealed as even her tips were subdued by Billie's battle-ready spikes after a brief joust.
Billie laughed, grinding her hips forward to pin Sydney even harder against the glass. “Maybe later, I will. My tits sure are fucking yours right now, though,” she teased.

Syd's breathing was laboured, her defiance waning as her lips trembled. Billie released Sydney’s arms only to slam her tits forward in a devastating strike that made the blonde cry out. Sydney's legs quivered as she clutched at Billie's shoulders for support, “Can’t handle going up against a pair bigger than a D cup, a pair that can actually fight back?" Billie’s breasts flattened against Sydney’s with one more, almost painful press. It was like the final stamp to prove that her tits were bigger than Hollywood's best girl.

With one final push, Billie reeled back as Sydney's legs gave out and she slid down the wall onto the slippery shower floor. The blonde gasped out as the pressure on her boobs temporarily subsided, allowing her to get a full breath in without any constraint. Billie stepped forward as she stood over Sydney, her large breasts hovering threateningly above Sweeney's battered pair. From Sydney's view below, Billie's tits actually blocked the overhead light from hitting her face.

Sydney whimpered as she couldn’t stop Billie from lowering herself down, straddling the blonde's legs as her breasts engulfed Sydney’s completely. The younger beauty's hips were practically glued to Sydney’s, her thighs pressing against the blonde’s to keep her trapped. Billie smirked as she ground her pelvis against Sydney's, coaxing another moan from the blonde. Sydney's head lulled against Billie's dominant décolletage, barely able to keep her own body weight upright. This was the moment Billie was waiting for, the moment where she’d finally take down the self-proclaimed best tits in Hollywood. Billie gave another hard thrust, pushing Sydney’s shoulders back, locking her in place against the glass. She had dreamed of this moment for the past year. And the best part... it was a harder fight in her dreams.

Billie grabbed Sweeney's chin with her hand, forcing her gaze right to her immaculate cleavage, “Your tits might be big enough for Hollywood, but they're sure as fuck not big enough for me!"

With that, she pushed her tits up against Sweeney’s face, effectively cutting off the actress from the rest of the world as Syd's features were swallowed up by Billie's cleavage, forcing Sweeney to inhale nothing but Billie's perfume-scented skin. Sydney grunted, her muffled voice vibrating against Billie’s firm flesh, but it was all swallowed up in the soft, pillowy prison. Sweeney fought to turn her head, trying desperately to catch a breath, but Billie’s chest was too damn big to shift her head left or fight. It was a full on jugging-out. Billie's chest mashed into Sydney’s face, completely cutting off any remaining air the actress had attempted to stockpile. Sydney’s breathing came in shallow gasps, her lips brushing against the younger woman's skin as Billie’s fearsome frontage swallowed her whole. Sydney’s features were buried deep between the soft, firm mounds, trapped in Billie’s suffocating cleavage with no chance in hell of escaping.

Finally, Sydney’s resistance crumbled. The air was too thin, the pressure too much. With a final, gasping breath, she let out a desperate wheeze, her body twitching in surrender. Billie smirked as she lifted herself off, watching as the blonde slumped over in complete conquest, her face flushed blue and her hair in undignified dishevel. Billie placed her hands on her hips as she took in the sight of her defeated opponent, arching her back out as she admired her work, “All that Hollywood hype, all that big-girl bravado, but you’re just another pretty face who ended between my big fucking tits like every other bitch," Billie mused as she stepped aside, watching as the event organizers began to haul Sydney’s limp, unconscious form away.

Eilish tossed a playful wink at the team as she turned her back, ready to enjoy her well-earned victory. “Take her to the med-bay, I've got a trophy to display." she ordered as she knelt down to retrieve Syd's previously discarded bra and slung it over her shoulder.


Tits so big, man, you know I'm second to none,
Took you down hard, you flew too close to the sun
You’re just a memory, I'm just too top-heavy,
Now you’re just a joke, yeah, you’re done and I'm pretty

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Billie showed Sydney who's boss and took all her lemons

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Billie dominating Sydney was amazing!!!v