[JT Edson]

Flashback 2002

Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt

"Get your ass up, miss big boobs! I'm not done with you yet!"

The big-tit showdown continued as Jennifer Love Hewitt got to her feet, throwing back her hair as she panted heavily. Jen took a second to hike up her pink lace bra, which had been dragged through the gutter all night and now exposed not one, but two of her self-proclaimed 'best juggs in the bizz' for the whole stadium to gawk. Worst part was, Connelly had decided to copy her and dropped her own black bra, if only to prove to the world that hers were bigger than Hewitt's own by a hair. Hewitt slapped the brunette across the face as she reached her feet, before Connelly shoved both hands right up against Jen's tits, almost knocking them flat, causing the Party of Five girl's 34Cs to bounce rapidly as Hewitt fought to keep her balance.The two Jennifers locked eyes across the ring, their chests rising and falling as they circled the other like feral animals.

With a fierce growl, Connelly lunged forward, her shapely breasts threatening to engulf Hewitt's as the two sets of juggs mush together. Hewitt groaned as she arched her back, pushing against Connelly's shoulders to keep her opponent's formidable rack at bay. Connolly starts to rock her hips, grinding up against Hewitt's body as she keeps their tits sandwiched together.

With a smug grin plastered on her face as she feels her tits mashing up against Hewitt's, Connelly leans in closer as her hot breath tickles Hewitt's right ear as she whispers, "You ain't gettin' away from me, Lovey. My tits are gonna make your tits submit to them... and then you're going to submit to me." she threatens as she grinds her tits against Jennifer's bare naked juggs as both girls fall back to the mat.

Hewitt just barely avoids having Connelly's tits smack down on top of hers as they hit the ground. But now Connelly has the scream queen on the ground, straddling her as her legs frame Hewitt's waist to keep her in place. With a wicked grin, Connelly leans forward, her large tits dangling over Hewitt's face as the former admittedly takes her time to soak in the visual: Jennifer Love Hewitt, the big boobed it-girl of the 90s, about to go down to her own bigger tits.

Hewitt tries to push Connolly off, but the brunette is riding through each buck of Lovey's hips. She grabs onto Hewitt's wrists, holding them down against the mat as she lowers her tits closer and closer to Hewitt's face, "Come on, sweetheart," Connolly purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper as Hewitt inhales her perfume clinging to the ample breasts above her, "there's no shame in losing to a pair of tits like mine." Connelly was working overtime as she pulled Hewitt's face closer and closer to her looming bust above. Hewitt pushed on her opponent's shoulders, squirming, lifting, but her eyes didn't pry from those huge juggs inches from her face. Connelly's big tits were heaving with exertion as the prospect of being smothered was more ominous than ever for Love as she continued to fight.

"I can't believe I'm gonna jugg out miss famous tits herself! But now how am I gonna do it? I've always been a fan of the classic stuff-yer-head-into-my-boobs-and-watch-your-pretty-face-squirm... and I gotta say, I have more than enough jugg for you, miss big tits!" Connelly was giddy, like a girl on Christmas morning, which put Jen over the edge as the Barenaked singer jolted up in frustration.

"Oh my GOD, do you ever shut the f--mmmmppppphhhhhh!" Jen finally shouted back as she started to push upward... just as Connelly let out a grunt of effort and plunged forward, her boobs sealing Hewitt's face against them as the rest of the brunette's complaint was engulfed by Connelly's D cup rack. "Not when I'm havin' this much fun, darling," Connelly quips back as she presses her bare tits even deeper, silencing Hewitt's protests for good as she forces the latter's head back to the mat, "My juggs stopped your juggs, princess; looks like you can call me miss big tits now!" Hewitt's muffled protests are drowned out by the ample juggs engulfing her, and soon enough, she's struggling to breathe as her frantic movements give Connelly the satisfaction she oh-so-desperately had been waiting for.

The very last thing that Hewitt hears, besides the crowd chanting 'J-M-D! J-M-D!'  in a progressively-loudening mantra, are her own muffled grunts as they are swallowed up by Connolly's big tits. Hewitt's second wind was snuffed out before it had a chance to blow.

I've never thought of matching these two up before.  I bet that would be a hall of a match up (on sooooo many levels, lol).

Perfect.

[Nicole S]

Dakota Blue Richards VS Sarah Hyland
(reupload from 2018)



"So, I guess third time isn't the charm!"

Both Dakota and Sarah bounded off of the ropes stretching around the ring, rushing toward one another with the momentum generated from the velvet cables. They collided chests-first, the impact echoing throughout the packed room as Hyland was sent flying backwards onto her ass. Dakota sneered as she made her way towards the downed brunette, kneeling down until her chest was level with the brunette's face. Her ample breasts were stuffed into a white lace bra much too small to have any business containing them, "Come on, sugar tits, you're embarrassing me here!"

Sarah could hardly breathe heavily as she stared at the generous cleavage being presented to her. Why the hell did she ever offer to take Ariel's place tonight? she thought to herself. Was all that blonde dye leaking into her cortex?

She never got a chance to dote on these questions any longer, as she felt herself hoisted upward by the straps of her own bra and shoved against the ropes. Backing away, Dakota positioned herself against the opposite side of the ring, wordlessly motioning for both girls to charge one another again. This time, Sarah put all her energy into the rush,  crossing about a foot or more distance than Dakota was able to as they met just a hair off from the center of the ring. At the last second, Dakota took a leap to cover the remaining distance, jutting her breasts forward as they slapped against Hyland's with indomitable momentum.

"Fuck!"  the petite blonde squealed as her breasts were absolutely flattened by Dakota's double D destroyers. She was knocked backwards on her ass for the fourth time this match, ultimately outgunned by the massive breasts of her opponent. Dakota slapped her tits with both hands as she crossed the ring to wear Sarah lay in a still daze. Dakota knelt down and seized Hyland by her hair, forcing the blonde to crane her neck as Dakota pulled her up to eye level. “P...Please!" the diminutive Hyland begins to weep as she stares into the deep cleavage of the buxom blonde, her face and chest burning from humiliation - and a lot of pain in the latter, “N-No more... I can't take anymore...”  Her begging is cut off as Dakota thrusts her chest out against Sarah's deflated bust, the former's huge boobs easily eclipsing the latter's.

“There’s only one way you're getting out of this one, honey," Dakota sings, eyes flicking down to their heaving busts, "You're gonna bury that cute face in my juggs and beg me to knock you out."

Tears pour down Sarah's reddened cheeks as Dakota releases her hair. The crowd doesn't even hear the next words come from Sarah's mouth, but evidently they were good enough for Dakota; the blonde throws Sarah down  to the mat and then plops down in front of her. She leans forward, her large chest immediately draping over Hyland's tear-stricken face as she relieves the blonde of oxygen. She smirks as Sarah bucks, squirms, kicks and struggles beneath her all-encompassing rack, until finally the smaller blonde's body runs out of steam and lays still beneath her.  Dakota stands up and plants a foot atop Sarah's outmatched boobs, and strikes a pose as dozens of cameras flashes engulf her. She looked into one of the cameras pointed her way and cups her breasts with both hands,  inaudibly challenging anyone to give them a better challenge.                 

[BlueRoses]

Jessica Alba turned 43 on Sunday! Here is the story of her long-running birthday feud with Eliza Dushku.



2004: Jessica Alba’s 23rd Birthday

“Come on Jessie,” mocked Eliza as she mounted her prostrate opponent. “I thought you were meant to be the new It Girl.”

Eliza had invited herself to Jessica’s birthday bash hellbent on teaching her a lesson for eclipsing her own success. The brawl had been even at first, but Eliza had asserted herself ruthlessly the longer it had gone on.

Eliza laughed as she pulled Jessica’s hair cruelly and drove her left fist into the gut of the Dark Angel star but Jessica had other plans. With a tremendous effort, she managed to push her assailant off of her and roll away from the surprised Eliza.

“You’re… just a D-list bitch,” gasped Jessica as she hauled herself up using the nearby buffet table. “That’s all your irrelevant ass will ever be.”

Angered, Eliza approached again. She punched Jessica in the guts once more, took her by the hair, and slammed her face first into Jessica’s own birthday cake! Cream and frosting went everywhere as Eliza continued to grind her enemy’s face into the remains of the cake.

“How does it taste, loser?” snarled Eliza as Jessica’s limbs waved uselessly. “How does it feel to have your ass kicked by someone as irrelevant as me?”

Eliza opened an adjacent champagne bottle and took a swig before spitting it into Jessica’s face. She then poured the remnants all over the Latina’s body, ignoring her screams for release.

Finally, Jessica offered no more resistance as her body lay on the table. Seeking nothing less than abject humiliation for her more famous rival, Eliza yanked Jessica’s jeans and black lace panties down around her ankles. Jessica’s bronze perfectly formed ass was like a red rag to a bull for Eliza. The former Slayer undid the leather belt of her own jeans and struck a menacing pose with it.

“This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s gonna hurt me, Jessie,” she smiled. Poor Jessica was struggling for breath, still rubbing the cake and champagne out of her face. She was completely unprepared for what was about to happen.

THWACK!

Eliza brought the belt down hard on Jessica’s butt, drawing a scream and a quiver from the birthday girl. Eliza was in no mood to let her off lightly.

“That’s one,” she said evilly. “But you’re 23 today, right? 22 more to go!”

Eliza continued her onslaught with the belt. Jessica felt pain course through her reddening butt with every vicious THWACK! She bawled for mercy but was up against a woman who had no such thing in her. Eliza wasn’t satisfied until all 23 smacks had been delivered, until she was sure that Jessica had learned that she was no match for her.

10 years later

It was now 2014 and Jessica had invited Eliza to her 33rd birthday party. Jess had done a lot in the intervening 10 years but one thing she knew she still had to do was to even the score with the bitch who had so tormented her back in 2004.

Their clothes had long been discarded or torn off in a fight that was even more physical than their previous encounter. Jessica’s friends were in attendance, cheering for her as they knew how much it meant to her to conquer Dushku woman to woman.

Jessica tackled Eliza, knocking her off her feet and pinning her to the ground.

“Do you know how much I’ve longed for this?” asked Jessica as she forced Eliza’s wrists to the floor.

“Longed to get your ass spanked again?” grunted Eliza through gritted teeth. She had assumed Jessica would be just as easy prey as last time but was growing concerned that the Latina might be tougher these days.

“No,” purred Jessica. “Longed to put you in your place. Longed to pay you back for what you did to me. Longed to end your tough girl act once and for all.”

“Dream on, loser,” said Eliza before being cut off as Jessica rammed a knee into her crotch. Eliza’s eyes watered as she gasped in pain. Jessica did it again as her friends in attendance cheered. Eliza struggled as much as she could, but Jess had her pinned in place. Another knee to the groin had the proud Eliza crying out in pain.

“What’s wrong, tough girl?” smirked Jessica. “Bitten off more than you can chew?” Quick as a hiccup, Jessica twisted herself around so that she was now facing Eliza’s legs with her opponent still pinned beneath her.

“I seem to remember you targeting my ass back then. It’s payback time, bitch.”

Jessica slid her awesome butt backwards so that it fully covered Eliza’s face, with only the thin fabric of her panties between Eliza’s airways and Jessica’s holes. Eliza’s arms thrashed wildly but Jessica held the pose for some time, revelling in the laughter of the crowd and in the revenge she was exacting on her humiliated rival.

Not content with this, Jessica began to batter Eliza’s stomach with her fists. Eliza’s toned abs were strong, but it didn’t take long for them to tenderise. The muffled cries heard from beneath Jessica’s ass took on a different tone, going from enraged to pleading as the pain became unbearable.

When Jessica did eventually stand up, she revealed something nobody has seen before: an Eliza now broken and sobbing, completely defeated. Jessica hauled her once-formidable opponent up by the hair.

“You have served your purpose here,” Jessica told her firmly. “Get your pathetic ass out of my party and never bother me again.”

Eliza nodded desperately and made her way to the nearest exit as quickly as she could, the crowd laughing at her the whole way and cheering uproariously for the victorious Alba.

10 years later

Eliza had avoided Jessica for the entire decade. Her career had been stagnant, her reputation destroyed and her pride battered. But when she realised that the 10 year anniversary of her humbling was almost upon her, she swore she would have her revenge and re-establish her dominance over her hated foe. She turned up yet again at Jessica’s birthday party, determined to make Alba sorry she’d ever made an enemy of Eliza Dushku.

But now she was crawling away. This hadn’t been a close battle like their previous encounters – in fact Jessica had completed dominated Eliza! Dushku tried to beat a hasty retreat on her hands and knees, only for Jess’ hand to seize her by the waistband. Eliza felt fear welling up deep inside her stomach.

“Come back, wimp” laughed Jessica as she dragged the scrambling woman back towards her. She slapped Eliza’s face hard, delighting in the panic in the eyes of the woman who had tormented her so long ago.

Jessica pulled Eliza backed to her feet and slapped her repeatedly across the face with rights and lefts. The Latina continued to advance towards her while Eliza just stumbled clumsily backwards, unable to escape.

“The young girl you crushed is long gone,” explained Jessica while continuing to slap her rival. “I’m a fully grown woman now and I don’t take crap from anyone. You, on the other hand, are still the same poser brat you were 20 years ago, desperately in need of being put in your place yet again.”

Eliza could only whimper as she was forced back into a chair. Jessica’s fierce slaps stung her face but the truth behind her words stung just as much. Perhaps Alba was right. Perhaps Jessica had evolved into something Eliza wished she could be. Whatever the case, it was painfully clear to Eliza that she was no match for Jessica now. That she could never salvage her revenge on this woman.

Jessica had produced a set of ropes from somewhere and was promptly tying Eliza to the chair she had almost fallen into, but Eliza wasn’t even resisting anymore, such was the obvious futility in her fighting the inevitable.

“You’re a laughingstock, Eliza, it’s not even worth my time to humiliate you,” said Jessica with disgust. “You just sit here all night and enjoy the party.”

Finally, Jessica bent down and wrenched the sock off Eliza’s left leg. Alba gagged Dushku with the sock, tying it tightly behind her head and this is how she remained all night. She endured the taunts and laughter from other partygoers, Jessica’s friends, and had to listen to people wax lyrical about Alba’s greatness all night, helpless to do anything about it. Jessica herself didn’t give her even another thought. She was nothing more than an irrelevance to her now.

[Jackflash Jump]

Halle Berry vs Kylie Minogue



Although the two fifty-something beauties had been retired from catfighting for years, recent flaring animosity between them had led them to agree to return to the carpet wars one last time.

The widespread expectation among the elite spectators was that Halle, standing a full five inches taller than Kylie, had a near-insurmountable physical advantage over her opponent.  Kylie herself certainly felt so, which is why she sought to deprive her rival of that advantage.  As the two beauties were introduced and brought out into the spacious Bel Air mansion living room that would be their battleground, Halle turned to acknowledge the cheers of her supporters...and it was at that moment that Kylie opted to begin the fight early, charging Berry and landing a hard kick to the side of her knee.

Halle gave a gasp of pain and crumpled to the floor, and Minogue unleashed a brutal assault specifically targeting Berry's knee: stomps and twists quickly rendered the joint so throbbing with pain, Halle was unable to stand on her feet.

Had Kylie pressed her advantage and gone in for the kill, she quite likely could have overwhelmed her adversary and won the match in a rout.  But arrogance has always been the blonde's Achilles' heel, and she now could not resist parading around the room, taunting her fallen rival and displaying her dominance before the crowd.  And while Halle's battered knee may have left her right leg largely useless, her left worked just fine.

Minogue discovered that with a loud yelp of shock as a Russian leg sweep took her feet out from under her, and she crashed hard onto her rear end.  Halle pulled her left leg in tight, only in the next instant to uncoil it, lashing out with a kick that sent the sole of her foot slamming into the side of her rival's head, leaving the suddenly stunned Kylie sprawled on her side and mewling.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Berry lunged atop Kylie.  But any hopes she may have had of winning this match quickly evaporated as Minogue got her second wind, and the two snarling beauties rolled back and forth across the floor, hands clutching, yanking, clawing whatever flesh or hair they could grab.

As the minutes ticked by, a glimmer of fear came to Halle's eyes.  Although she remained in excellent shape for her age, she realized that her endurance was far less than it had been.  But Kylie, on the other hand, has maintained a strenuous schedule of concert performances, and her endurance is still very near what it was twenty-five years ago.  All the blonde has to do now is out-last her opponent, and victory would hers.  Worse still for the brunette, she knew that Kylie knew it, too.

Realizing she had to bring the battle to an end swiftly, Halle gritted her teeth and rose up to her feet, blocking out the pain to her knee.  Hauling Kylie up by her flaxen hair, she wrapped her arms around the startled blonde and hoisted her up with a tremendous show of raw power, and with an Amazoninan roar slammed Minogue back to the floor.  Left dazed by this, Kylie was too slow to put up a proper defense as Berry snaked her right arm across her throat and wrapped her left across her head, locking on a combination choke/sleeper hold.  Kylie's arms flailed in panic as she struggled for breath, her blue eyes going glazed and her lids growing heavy.

Soon enough, those eyelids fluttered shut, and Kylie's body went limp.  Releasing her rival, Halle struggled back upright, then placed her right foot on Minogue's heaving chest and raised her arms in a show of triumph, giving her cheering supporters a smile and wink, as she proved she still had what it took to win.

[Jackflash Jump]

Ariana Grande vs Sabrina Carpenter



AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!

The blonde's voice trilled sharply, betraying her agony as her opponent viciously pinched and twisted her nipples.  Both singers had been taking a cruel delight in making the other "sing" in agony during their fight, and Ariana was especially pleased at how many scales she made Sabrina wail through just now.  "Can't wait to hear your encore, sunshine," Grande taunted her adversary.

But the brunette would be denied that, if only for now, as Carpenter swung her arms up and slammed the heels of her palms into her tormentor's temples.  Ariana let out a gasping grunt and, releasing her hold on the blonde' aching nipples, she stumbled backward with a moan, instantly glassy-eyed.

Ignoring her own pain, Sabrina slipped behind her dazed rival and reached around with her hands, until they clutched Ariana's bikini thong.  The blonde then began to savagely yank the garment up, subjecting Grande to a brutal front wedgie, the fabric disappearing up into her womanhood.  The brunette's howl of anguish started low but rapidly rose in both pitch and volume, until she was hitting a piercing note well beyond her normal register.  Tears streaked down Ariana's face as she continued wailing in sheer agony, until finally she began to screech "I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!  IIIIII GIIIIIIVE UUUUUUP!!!"

Sabrina kept tugging for a few moments more before releasing her grasp, and Ariana collapsed to the floor in a sobbing, whimpering heap.  Placing a foot on the back of her beaten rival, Carpenter now gleefully sang, "And the winner is...MEEEEEEEEE!"

[HumanPerson]

Patty Guggenheim vs Jameela Jamil

Jameela wasn't used to encountering women in the acting world that were close to her height and had boobs in her league. The disaster of She-Hulk was made deeper by such a woman appearing and portraying a character that gained much more favor with fans of the MCU. Patty was tall, pretty, and busty, and despite only moderate success in Hollywood thus far, this role was shaping up to be her breakout. A party for the cast, with everyone themed out as their character, was the first moment that brought the two tall actresses tit to tit. Jameela was annoyed that the brunette didn't seem intimidated by the bust contact, and downright angry when she got caught staring at Patty's tits while her opposite simply smiled right in her face. The lack of intimidation shown by Patty pushed Jameela to issue the challenge and they slipped away to determine who was better.

The titfight had definitely gone more Jameela's way but she could not get Patty to submit. Growing even more frustrated, she challenged the other woman to a sexfight to finish it off. The British actress struck the first blow, forcing the American down on her back and assaulting her clit to clit and bringing her off fairly quickly. Whatever advantage she thought she'd gained vanished as she looked down and saw Patty smiling back up at her.

"Thanks, I needed that."

Guggenheim then rolled her darker skinned opponent over and began bashing her clit into the now panting woman's love bud. Patty kept smiling as Jameela screamed out in orgasmic pleasure and then kept riding her opponent, quickly brining her to another orgasm. After the third, she shifted to a straddling position and began slamming her tits down into the pair that had been beating them not even an hour before. She then applied a light grapevine to her dusky opponent and whispered into her ear, "You will admit I'm the better woman and worship my body for the rest of the night, or I will not stop fucking your brains out and bashing your tits to goo until I'm satisfied. And THEN I'll still make you admit I'm better and worship me."

Jameela needed no further prompting. Fearing that she was going to be truly, thoroughly dominated by Patty she eeked out, "You're the better womand and I will worshp your body in any way you wish."

[Nicole S]

Karen Gillan VS Jenna Coleman



Jenna Coleman had found herself in a precarious position early into the fight. Karen Gillan's thighs pressed down with unrelenting force, making it hard for the brunette to draw a breath. The Scottish woman's smug grin only grew wider as she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery as she trailed her finger across the top of Jenna's heaving breasts. "Tell me, Jenna," Karen purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "How big are these tits of yours?"

Jenna gritted her teeth, her face flushed with effort and humiliation. She tried to push Karen's legs away, but it was like trying to lift a vice. "34D," Jenna finally grunted out, her voice strained.

Karen's grin widened at Jenna's strained confession. "34D, huh? That's impressive... when I'm done, you might still be able to fill a B cup, at least."

Karen then tightened her grip, her powerful thighs clamping down even harder around Jenna's chest. Jenna gasped as Karen's thighs targeted her boobs specifically, tightened around her bust as Jenna's tits were squished beneath Karen's left thigh. Jenna's hands frantically tried to pry Karen's legs apart, but it was useless. She threw back her head and let out a banshee wail as she felt like her boobs were going to pop.

"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!" Jenna yowled as her body jackknifed as the redhead temporarily relented, and then bore down with a sudden squeeze.

"Oh, quit yer whining!" Karen taunted with a low growl, "C'mon, those big tits of yours can surely take some more!"

Jenna's face was turning red as she continued to push on Karen's thighs, tears stinging her eyes as she sobbed lightly. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, watching in awe as Karen dominated the match. The redhead relished in her control, her smile never fading as she maintained her vice-like grip. Jenna's strength was quickly fading as the Scot's thighs continued to wallop her chest as her boobs mushroomed under Karen's thighs.

"Now, in front of everyone," Karen demanded as she lifted her thigh finally, letting Jenna draw in some much needed breath. Karen's voice had begun as a low whisper, before she then raised her volume so the entire crowd could hear her question, "Who's the best Who girl?"

Jenna's voice quivered in both humiliation and frustration, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With the fight drained out of her by Karen's devastating tit-scissors, Jenna had no choice but to finally choke it out:. "You...are," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Karen's smile widened as she released her hold fully, letting Jenna collapse to the mat, gasping for air as her hands immediately massaged her flattened breasts. The redhead stood over her defeated opponent, basking in her conquest. She turned to leave, but not before delivering one final, cutting remark just to add salt to Jenna's wounds.

"By the way," Karen scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed Jenna's heaving breasts, "Peri's were bigger."


Michelle Trachtenberg VS Kaley Cuoco



Michelle Trachtenberg and Kaley Cuoco had been going at it for what felt like hours, both giving their all in a brutal, no-holds-barred catfight. The arena echoed with the sounds of their grunts and the slaps of skin on skin as they wrestled on the mat, each trying to prove their superiority. Kaley, dressed in a simple black brassiere and matching boy shorts, had been holding her own well enough, but Michelle, in a black leotard that showed off her upper thighs, was a force to be reckoned with.

Kaley had managed to get Michelle in a few compromising positions, but the brunette always found a way to break free and retaliate hard. At one point early in the match, Kaley had Michelle in a headlock as Michelle pried on her arm. The blonde delved into some unprecedented cruelty as she dug her nail into Michelle's cheek, drawing blood and eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the Buffy alumni. Michelle could feel the warmth of the blood trickling down her face, but it only furled her determination to keep fighting.

Eventually, the tide turned permanently when Michelle managed to catch Kaley off guard, using her long legs to sweep Cuoco to the ground with a crash. Michelle wasted no time as she slipped herself into position, locking her legs around Cuoco's neck in her patented reverse headscissors. Kaley's face was pressed against Michelle's firm, toned thighs as she was forced to stare at the brunette's ass, and the pressure was immediate.

The blonde tried to fight back, hitting and smacking at Michelle's legs with all the strength she could muster. Her fists pounded against Michelle's thighs, but she was hitting pure muscle. Michelle barely flinched, her expression calm and composed as she simply grunted through the strikes to her figure. Cuoco desperately raked one of her fingers down Michelle's thigh to draw some blood, but shrieked as her nail broke as she tried to dig into the skin. Unlike Michelle's cute face, her thighs were much more durable.

"Nails aren't gonna cut it this time, you dumb bitch. See, you can claw my legs and hit my ass all you want--" Michelle purred with condescension in her voice as she looked over her shoulder, flexing her butt as her legs clamped down even harder around Kaley's neck as the blonde let out a loud groan, "-but I can squeeze a lot fucking harder than you can hit!"

Kaley's eyes were squeezed shut as she was being choked between Michelle's legs, her face turning red from the effort. She continued to smack and claw at the brunette's legs, but it was a worthless endeavour. Trachtenberg's grip was unyielding as ever, her thighs akin to a vice as they dug into Kaley's throat. Kaley's struggles soon grew weaker. Michelle's legs flexed and tightened with each passing second, her muscles taut with effort as she squeezed with just over half her maximum capability. Soon, the blonde's hits became pitiful slaps, her strength sapped under the relentless pressure.

Michelle held the hold for a few more seconds as Cuoco slumped between her legs, and then let go only once she felt the telltale sign of victory - some drool had escaped Kaley's lips and began to run down Michelle's thighs. Kaley Cuoco lay motionless on the mat, completely subdued between Michelle's thighs. Michelle stood up slowly, breathing heavily but victorious, her legs having proven their worth once again. She looked down at her fallen opponent, a satisfied smile on her lips as she savoured another win.

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush VS Elizabeth Olsen





The crowd was stunned silent. Shook. Fanboys' jaws were on the floor. They were no longer cheering for fan favorite Liz Olsen. They were just staring.

Liz had also been the betting favorite. Bookies expected her to win. Fans expected her to trash Sophia Bush. Even Liz expected this to be a mere formality.

But now, as Liz sat in the corner of the ring in just her bra and panties, head resting against a turnbuckle, her eyes clearly showed her defeat. She stared up at Sophia, looking nervous, chest rising and falling mesmerizingly with deep breaths. "Wai..." Was all Liz could huff out.

Sophia turned and planted her plump ass right into Liz's face. Liz's legs kicked and her arms flailed, as Sophia aggressively rubbed her rump all over Liz's shocked, tired features.

When Sophia stepped away, Liz was left groggy and slumped on her ass, an arm laid over each bottom rope. Liz's left breast and bounced free of her bra from the violent struggling a moment before.

Sophia grabbed Liz's ankles and dragged her slightly out of the corner. Liz laid there on her back, one tit flopped out, sweaty hair matted to her face. Sophia climbed to the top turnbuckle. The crowd gasped in anticipation.

Sophia turned on the top rope to address the crowd. "Should I land on her face or her fat tits?" Sophia asked with a little giggle.

The crowd failed to respond. Sophia shrugged. "Well, she did make fun of my breasts earlier. So..."

Sophia leapt through the air and Liz watched as if in slow motion. Yet she couldn't muster the energy to roll away. Liz screamed as Sophia's sexy ass landed hard right on those Marvel-ous tits. The crowd was loud now, but it was hard to tell if they were excited or afraid.

Sophia remained on Liz's mushroomed and surely bruised funbags for the three count. And she didn't bother to move for moments afterwards, simply raising her arms and grinning.

"Thanks, Liz. There's nothing quite like silencing a crowd," Sophia laughed to her downed victim as she wriggled her ass against those flattened sacks, getting a loud pained, defeated groan from Liz.

[HumanPerson]

They knew people had trouble telling them apart. Even friends in Hollywood would occasionally have to stop short and correct themselves when they saw one of them out in public or at an event. Finally, they showed up to the same dinner in the same jacket in only slightly different colors. There was no animosity, but a drunken question led to the current moment. One of them seemingly accidentally asked the other if she wondered which one of them was better. A few catty exchanges later and they had ditched their dinner companions and ended up back in one's bedroom stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits.

The battle commenced, and it was not competitive. One petite beauty was clearly better whether they were slapping, pulling hair, ramming their perky tits together, or trying to make the other cum. The loser's pride couldn't take it. The first time she came she almost growled in anger and then pounded the bed in frustration. The second time took her out of it physically, but her pride welled up and refused to acknowledge defeat. Her tormentor became angry at the loser for not admitting defeat.

That led to the current moment. The winning fighter had enlisted the use of both their bras, one for each wrist, to tie her opponent to the bedposts. She then took her panties and shoved them into the losing woman's mouth while riding her clit to clit. Feeling her opponent closing in on another orgasm, the dominant woman took her panties out of the other woman's mouth and flattened out so that their bodies were clit to clit and tit to tit. Looking into her foe's eyes she simply said, "I'm going to make you cum a third time. After that you have two choices. You can admit that I'm the better woman and I'll shove my pussy in your face since you liked the taste of my panties so much, or you can refuse and then I'll flip you over and get the biggest strapon you've ever seen and absolutely destroy your asshole with it no matter how much you beg me to stop. Now what's it going to be?"

"I'll admit you're the better woman, just don't hurt me."

With a conquering grin on her face the winner made her opponent cum a third time and just a few seconds later fulfilled her promise to sit her beautiful snatch on the bound woman's face. Looking down at her conquest, she had an almost bemused look on her face. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You fished with that comment to see if I would bite. I bet you've brought plenty of women back here and you've probably beaten them, which is why you were so confident with me. Well, I'm sorry to say, but other than having slightly bigger boobs than me you're completely inferior Anna."

Kate Mara rode the loser's face for a while longer, came all over it, and then used her pussy to rub it all over Anna Kendrick's face. She untied her conquest, stood her up against a wall, and pressed her body in tight while making sure to line their breasts up. "Yeah, yours are slightly bigger but mine are way firmer. I bet I could beat them easy."

[JT Edson]

I have loved these for years.
Thanks all who post these.

[Jackflash Jump]

Britney Spears vs Kyla Pratt



Kyla cackled with glee as the blonde was slowly driven down to her knees in this test of strength, their fingers laced together and their arms trembling from the exertion.  Pratt had been advised to not challenge Britney, who had far more catfighting experience, but Kyla was convinced that Spears was past her prime as a fighter, and a win over the blonde would proper Pratt to the upper ranks of combatants.

And there appeared to be some truth in that.  Throughout their relentless penthouse battle, Kyla matched Britney at every step, and now it appeared that the blonde had hit the wall of exhaustion and had nothing left to give.  Pratt was already envisioning the victory pose she would strike over her beaten opponent.

But then, the smirk on her face began to twist into a frown as Britney, growling like a she-cat from the exertion, began to turn the tide.  She slowly started to rise up from her knees, and now it was Pratt who found herself driven down, her hands painfully bent back at the wrists as her rival called upon every last dreg of power she had in herself.

Kyla's mind raced with confusion on what she could do to regain control...but that option was taken away from her as Spears suddenly drove her knee up into the brunette's jaw.  Dazed, Pratt offered only scant resistance as Britney, adrenaline now pumping through her body, released her adversary's hands and grabbed her hair, pulling Kyla up onto unsteady legs.  The blonde then scooped her up, displaying amazing raw power at this late stage in the fight, and proceeded to slam her victim to the floor.

That left Kyla as little more than a rag doll, and she would have quickly submitted to any number of holds.  But Britney wasn't interested in a submission; she wanted to teach this little bitch a lesson.  So she pulled the glassy-eyed Pratt up to a sitting position on the floor and knelt behind her, applying a rear naked choke.  Kyla's arms waved weakly in the air, and she gurgled out a gasping, "Quit...quit...!"  But Spears kept the chokehold on, and soon enough her rival's glazed eyes fluttered shut, and with a whimper her body went limp.

Invigorated by her victory, Britney stood up, letting the semi-conscious Kyla sag back to the floor.  The blonde then placed a foot on her conquered opponent's heaving breasts and raised her right arm to signal her win, as the spectators erupted in cheers and applause.

[BlueRoses]

Christina Hendricks VS Hayley Atwell

“Are you blind, or just stupid?”

Christina’s question was only answered by a low whimper as the redhead thumped her gigantic tits into Hayley’s tenderised pair yet again.

“Were you honestly naïve enough to believe that your modest bumps could compete with MY. DIVINE. BREASTS?”

She punctuated these last three words by driving said globes into Hayley’s once-impressive bosom before wrapping her arms around the Englishwoman and pulling her close, grinding their boobs into each other and laughing as Hayley’s were completely overwhelmed.

“Answer me, sweetie. I don’t take kindly to the silent treatment from…lesser women.”

“Please…I….I made a mistake….you’ve made your point.” Hayley’s eyes were swimming as Christina allowed her defeated form to slump to the floor. As good as her tits are, she had been forced to realise that there are some women who you simply don’t challenge.

“Whose tits are bigger and better?” asked Christina as she pinched Hayley’s cheek condescendingly.

“…Yours,” mumbled Hayley.

“Good,” responded Christina curtly. “Now get out of my sight and drag that ugly flat chest of yours back across the Atlantic where I don’t have to see it anymore.”

Hayley was feeling sorry for herself but she had enough pride left to resent being spoken to like this or to accept such a description of her brilliant bust, even if it had just met its better.

“No need to retrieve your bra,” said Christina, casually indicating the discarded garment. “I’ll need some souvenir or I’ll forget this little duel.”

“How dare you speak to me like this?” snarled Hayley as she rose and grabbed Christina by the hair. “So you’ve got a big, massive pair of tits. Good for you. Do you think that makes you better than me?”

Furious, she slapped Christina in her smug face, only for Christina to return her blow just as hard.

“Actually, it does make me better than you,” smirked the redhead. “And you know it too.”

Hayley took Christina down with an old-fashioned rugby tackle. The stunned American hadn’t the time to regain her composure before Hayley sank her manicured nails deep into the redhead’s titflesh, drawing a howl of pain from the depths of her very being.

“How dare you?!” raged Christina but Hayley was in no mood to be intimidated and slapped her angry face back down to the floor.

“These big fucking sacks don’t make you special,” said Hayley as she smacked Christina’s orbs back and forth. She grabbed Christina’s right breast with both hands and squeezed it between them as if she was wringing out a soaking sponge. The American screamed under this barrage.

“Come on, Miss Big Tits,” taunted Hayley. “I thought you could take it.”

Christina was more-or-less frozen with the shock and the pain of Hayley’s attack. She had been prepared for a fight but nothing like this. Her momentary relief when the Englishwoman relinquished her vice-like grip on her right breast was all too fleeting as the enraged brunette gave the same savage treatment to her left.

“Aw,” said Hayley with a mock pout when she saw Christina was now sobbing. “I thought you were better than me. I thought these big (SLAP!) fucking (SLAP!) tits (SLAP!) made you the queen of the world.”

She pulled the quivering Christina to her knees and pulled her head into Hayley’s own big rack. Wrapping her legs around Christina’s waist and keeping the redhead’s face pressed tight against her bosom she lay back, bringing Christina unwillingly on top of her.

“mmmmmmmppphhphph. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmpphhhhh,” moaned Christina, desperate for a breath.

“What’s the matter now, Cow? Surely not being smothered out by my “flat chest,” are you?”

Hayley held this winning pose for some minutes until her boobs were wet with the drool and tears of her vanquished enemy and Christina’s body had long ceased resisting before finally rising and retrieving her fallen bra.

“You wanted this as a souvenir, you saggy skank?” asked Hayley without any expectation of an answer. “Keep it. May you never forget what’s happened here today.”

She tied the bra crudely around Christina’s head so that one cup was covering her face, got dressed and left the titty queen in a crumpled pile.

[BlueRoses]

Part 1: Karen Gillan VS Zendaya

“You’re playing in the big leagues now, Princess,” said Karen as she delivered a thudding kick to Zendaya’s left thigh. The fight had gone on for around 10 minutes before they decided to pit leg against leg.

“Oh honey, you don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?” retorted Zendaya, who had every faith that her toned gams knew no equal in Hollywood. She unleashed one kick to the left and another to the right leg, drawing a grunt from the Scot.

Zendaya smirked as she saw a flicker of wariness creep into Karen’s expression.

“Maybe you’d do better against other 40 year old bitches,” she laughed.

Karen responded with an angry kick to Zendaya’s left thigh.

“I’m 37, slut,” spat Karen “and still far too good to lose to a pair of wet noodles like those.”

Karen kicked Zendaya so hard on the knee that the younger woman buckled and dropped to her haunches with a sharp gasp.

“Let me show you what a real pair of legs can do,” growled Karen as she yanked Zendaya’s head violently forward between her thighs and squeezed tight.

“Aaaaaaaah!” cried Zendaya as Karen clamped the standing headscissors on with remarkable strength.

“Now you’re learning the pecking order, huh?” Karen reached down and yanked Zendaya’s panties up in an excruciating wedgie.

“Let me go!” screamed the American. She tried slapping at Karen’s thighs, but the redhead soon hooked her arms to put a stop to this weak resistance.

“Who put your skinny little legs to shame, Zendaya?” asked Karen. “Tell me who’s got the best legs or I swear I’ll pop this sweet little head like a grape.”

Zendaya's pride warred with her situation at this point. She knew she was hopelessly trapped but had no intention of yielding to Karen's demand. That was before Karen cinched her head unbearably tighter between her legs and the younger woman simply had no other option.

“You! You did! Karen Gillan has the best legs!” bawled Zendaya.

“I beg to differ,” came a cool, Australian voice from behind Karen.

Surprised, Karen let the broken Zendaya slump to the floor to turn to the brazen newcomer.

“Who dares…?” began Karen as she spun round but she never finished her question. She gasped, unused as she was to having to look up to meet the eye of another woman. But Elizabeth Debicki stood before her, clearly taller than her and looking remarkably unimpressed.



Part 2: Karen Gillan VS Elizabeth Debicki

The fight had been going just a few minutes as they rolled around on the floor, battling for dominance before reaching a critical moment. Elizabeth trapped Karen between her incredibly long legs in a bodyscissors.

“This is where you learn to respect your betters, dear,” she cooed as she crossed her ankles, squishing Karen’s midriff.

“That all you got?” grunted the struggling Karen. “Your legs are long enough but they’re weak as hell.”

Elizabeth gawked in shock as Karen used her arms to pry the blonde’s pins from about her and free herself. As Elizabeth was struggling to figure out how she could win if her legs were so easily bested, Karen took action. She coiled both her strong legs around Elizabeth’s right leg and locked on a textbook kneebar.

Elizabeth screamed in agony as her slim leg was squeezed and her knee hyperextended by the ruthless Scot.

“I give up! I submit! Your legs are the best Karen!” it was quite a meek submission considering the 6’3” giantess’ confident entrance just some minutes prior.

“You don’t get off that easily, beanpole,” snarled Karen. “But don’t worry, you will get off,” she added with a smile.

Part 3: Aftermath



Karen sat on a plush armchair in a tank top and miniskirt with her long legs extended on a footrest. Elizabeth and Zendaya both stood naked before her, their wrists bound behind their backs. Elizabeth tried to look relaxed while Zendaya shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re both going to show your appreciation for the legs that humbled your own,” said Karen as the other two shared a wary glance. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to kiss them. You’re gonna fuck them.”

“W..what?” moaned Zendaya as Elizabeth blanched.

“They’re so beautiful, I know you want to,” grinned Karen. “It’s quite simple. Just straddle them and hump them. But,” her toned turned menacing, “if you don’t then the consequences will be…severe.”

Zendaya moved first. Hesitantly and clumsily, she stepped one foot over Karen’s right leg just above the knee.

“Be reasonable, Karen,” implored Elizabeth. “This is humiliating.”

“Do as I say or I break those pathetic twigs,” said Karen venomously. “Don’t test me.”

Slowly, the giant Australian took a step over Karen’s left leg and stood blushing.

“Go ahead,” said Karen. “Hump.”

Both woman slowly began to rub their womanhood awkwardly on Karen’s thighs before the Scot stood up and easily pushed them both to the floor.

“Wow, you two really have no self-respect,” she said. “I don’t want your smelly pussies anywhere near me, I just wanted to see if either one of you had a crumb of dignity. Clearly not.”

On that note, Karen departed leaving her tearful foes in no doubt as to who had the very best legs.

[Jackflash Jump]

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.