Riley’s rapid, eager breathing caused her vast, tank top-bound cleavage to rise and fall like the waves at high tide, the thin straps of both the orange tank top and the white bra beneath visibly gapped from the body of the girl who’s wearing them. If she could have seen the quality of the unpaved road they traveled, she may well have held her breasts due to concerns about them popping out, but thanks to the black silk blindfold she wore and the top of the line suspension of the sleek black limo, she rode in ignorance to the conditions around her. Her heart was racing from the impulsiveness and glamour of it all; it was less than 10 hours since she had gotten the innocent knock on the door, since she had met the unforgettable girl with the purple hair, unsettlingly sharp eyes, and unbelievable pitch. The girl, who introduced herself as Lilith, said one of her talent scouts had identified Riley for a new game show being put together. As Lilith spoke, she brushed her hair revealing nails of the same deep lavender shade, and Riley thought she smelled a whisper of lavender in the girl’s perfume, though it could have been imagined. The show, she explained, would pit eight amply endowed women against each other in a series of breast contests that eliminated them one at a time until one was crowned champion. There was a lilting, measured melody to her voice that made it impossible to stop listening, a piercing quality to her gaze that made one forget how much time had passed. Riley didn’t even remember saying ‘yes’, really; she remembered Lilith promising ‘the prize of a lifetime’ to the winner in that mellifluous, lavender-coated voice, then her next memory is of signing the wavers breathlessly. As her mind drifted, the limo slowed and her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a giant metal gate opening to let them into the Breast Battles compound.
The limo continued slowly through the gate, and Riley thought her head would explode from impatience as the car parked and turned off. She heard the driver open her door, and to her disappointment her blindfold was not removed, the driver instead gently taking her left wrist and escorting her across the pavement to the nearest entrance while another silent attendant came for her two suitcases. All she knew was the show was filmed at a ‘remote location’; Riley was dying to see where she’d be living and competing for the next few weeks, but being held in suspense was also thrilling to her. The driver handed her off to a new person who gripped her wrist with a sterner but thinner hand, and a female voice finally addressed her as a door opened and she followed her new handler through. “Welcome, Riley. We’re thrilled to have you. Please do not speak,” she said the instant Riley opened her mouth to reply. Confused but even more spellbound, Riley closed her lips with difficulty and stood in place, her wrist having been released though the voice came from the same spot.
“Some of your fellow competitors are here; the rest are due within 15 minutes. Please sit and be silent while we wait. Do not remove your blindfold,” Riley did as she was told, lowering herself to the ground only to find to her surprise that she had been positioned right in front of a well-padded office chair. As she waited, she again tried to grasp how this was happening to her; she’d known she had larger than average breasts when her mom bought her first D cup for her in her freshman year of high school, and of course she was proud of the attention of all kinds that they garnished as they continued to grow. But even now two months before her freshman year of college, she hadn’t expected her G cups to be considered candidates for a national tv show! Picking an outfit for the first day had been a challenge; she initially went with her deepest cut formal gown, not wanting to seem underdressed, but her best friend Becca had intervened. “Riles, don’t you watch game shows? Lots of them do an ‘icebreaker’ that eliminates one competitor right away. Wear something comfortable!” She hoped her orange tank wouldn’t be laughably out of place with the other outfits; if she were the only one in casual dress, Becca would pay…
“Welcome, Nora. We’re thrilled to have you. Please do not speak. Some of your fellow competitors are here… ” ‘Nora’ got the same speech Riley got, as did ‘Taylor’, ‘Phoebe’, and finally ‘Madison’, who’s speech went a bit different. “Welcome, Madison. We’re thrilled to have you. Please sit and be silent as Lilith addresses you all,” Riley’s heart rate doubled at this news, and she nearly drowned in anxiety as she felt a million questions while waiting for the blindfolds to come off… Am I underdressed?... How big am I compared to them?... Are they gonna be my age?... When can I SEE?...
Seconds after she caught a whiff of lavender, Riley heard Lilith’s unmistakable voice begin to speak. “Welcome, all. Each of you has made a decision to face humiliation and failure on a very public level in order to win the very first season of Breast Battles and receive the once in a lifetime grand prize,” Her voice moved, as if she walked between the girls while she spoke, and from the slight echo it seemed the room they were in was quite large. “The challenges you will face as residents of this house will expose your weaknesses to your hungry competitors again and again; today and today only, you all receive a special gift. The gift of anonymity,” Riley fidgeted in her chair, beginning to suspect the blindfolds might not come off so easily. Sure enough…
“You have been instructed not to remove your blindfolds, and I’m afraid I must insist you keep them on just a bit longer. You see, our facilities include eight competitor beds… and there are nine women in this room,” A few gasps went up as some girls pieced it together and reacted. Riley silently promised to buy Becca a whole new set of push up bras as a thank you gift when she got home. “Please rise and remain in place while I explain how eight of you will earn a place in the house,” Riley heard occasional scuffles as the chairs were cleared from the room. “At the moment, you are each spaced equally apart from each other. When the game begins, you are to slowly walk around with your arms down at your sides. If you bump into a person, you MUST turn and grip her in a chest to chest hug. An assistant with a stopwatch will monitor each hugged pair of contestants; after a predetermined time, you will both be tapped on the shoulder indicating to release the hug and seek other opponents. Competitors who seek either passively or unsuccessfully may receive a guidance shove from an assistant; walk the way you are pushed without objection to stay in the game. Above all, contestants must remain SILENT. The first girl to cry out will be eliminated, and the others will receive their room assignments.”
Riley thought she would faint, she was in such a lightheaded state. The prospect of facing the unknown in such an intimate contest gripped her with fear; she had no way of knowing if she were the bustiest girl in the room or the flattest. Fortunately for her, she wasn’t given time to dwell on her thoughts, as Lilith’s voice spoke a single word, magnified as if she now held a microphone. “BEGIN.” She shuffled forward with cautious, nervous steps, trying to keep even her breathing silent as if to creep by undetected. Just as she was beginning to think she would be the odd woman out, the ninth person with no one to pair with at first, her right breast was bumped abruptly by what felt like another big boob. Blood turning to ice in anticipation of her first test, she turned in the direction of the contact and moved forward, her arms coming up blindly and fumbling with the girl’s waist before pulling her closer. Time seemed to slow as she thrust her breasts forward through empty space, knowing any second now she would feel the chest of her opposition.
SPLATT There was a soft noise as the two heavy racks finally collided, neither girl able to see so neither slowing down before impact. Riley felt her twin cannons bulge against the pair they faced, and a pair of hands coming together behind her lower back. She would have given a million dollars to have a peek through her blindfold; no girl in her entire senior class would have dared face her this way. Trying to determine what she was up against, Riley arched her back a bit and squeezed with her arms, eyes going wide beneath the blindfold as she felt more titty resistance but no ribcage, her opponent busty enough that her rack was still absorbing the thrust rather than the body. When she had met Lilith with her perky D’s, she had hoped maybe some contestants would be closer to that size, but the boobies she now faced were definitely similar to her own. The other girl also thrust her shoulders back and melons out to regain the ground that Riley’s chest had earned, though Riley noticed it took her two separate thrusts to do so. Riley held her ground believing herself to be just a bit firmer than this girl. Remembering her game theory prep with Becca, Riley knew she didn’t have to win this type of game, she just had to not lose it! To her chagrin, the other girl didn’t share that philosophy, and taking Riley’s passivity for weakness she again increased the pressure on Riley’s globes. Riley pressed forward just enough to force an impasse, but the other girl kept coming, upping the strength of her thrusts in an arms race Riley wanted no part of. Just as she started to think she was going to have to abandon the plan and try to flatten this girl herself, an abrupt touch on the shoulder followed by a whispered “Release!” from the attendant told her she had survived her first titty contest. Again she yearned to know what her opponent looked like, but the attendant gave each girl a light push in opposite directions and off they wandered.
By now her sense of direction was hopelessly lost; she had no idea which direction the door she entered through was, or even how far into the room she had walked. She knew it was a large room by the various sound clues, but despite her efforts to move at a measured pace she had taken no more than two steps before again she felt the contact of another person, this time directly in front of her as the two blind women’s knockers briefly come together, then recoil sending each surprised girl back a half step. Mirroring her actions from last time, Riley began slowly moving her chest and hands forward to tie up with this new challenger. To her shock, the other girl rearranged their arms as they closed in, swimming her arm out of the approaching hug so that both Riley’s arms were inside the arms of the other girl. As the mystery opponent clamped her hug into place, Riley’s elbows were trapped low and tight, forcing her own hands to meet looser and much further down her opponent’s back compared to the steely grip the girl had right behind Riley’s orbs. Goosebumps covered her arms as she realized she was in the hands of a much more aggressive, dangerous opponent, and when their breasts finally met again, Riley had to fight the urge to gasp loudly as it felt like two boulders mashed into her bosom. Though she suspected this girl wasn’t as large as her previous foe, she was considerably firmer, and with her superior position the girl wasted no time in grinding Riley’s massive boobage, quickly putting dents in her big zeppelins. Riley tried to squeeze back, but the meager hold she had been allowed did little to help slow the ground she was losing in the titty trenches, as she felt her cleavage giving way centimeter by centimeter to these firm, bossy mountains. Deprived of sight and sound by the rules of the game, Riley felt every sensation more vividly than ever, her perception of time completely askew and her mind more prone to panic. The pressure rocketed up without warning as unbeknownst to Riley the other girl widened her stance and moved her feet forward, helping her squeeze Riley even closer and arch her back even more. Riley felt as if her eyes would be squeezed out of her head, and her dreams of winning the fabulous prize turned to doubts that she even belonged in this room. Thoughts of surrender began wiggling into her brain, but for the second time she felt a shoulder pat and heard “Release!”, doing so without hesitation and filling her lungs deeply as the pressure on her compressed cans finally relented.
Riley stood motionless for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened to her. She was afraid to take a step, terrified that any direction could send her back into the arms of another killer. Her chest ached, and she needed as much recovery time as possible before another hug. Surely someone else must be about to submit, all she had to do was outlast the weakest girl… The many attendants circling the room did not have blindfolds of course, and her stalling was quickly spotted. A hard shove from behind sent Riley sprawling forward, the now familiar boob on boob SPLATT once again telling her she had a fight on her hands. After her last encounter she had planned to spread her arms wiiide for her next hug to make sure she didn’t get her arms pinned again, but the attendant had pushed her so hard and so accurately that she had no time to adjust, the other girl bringing her own arms up to embrace the foe who tumbled into her. Making the best of it, Riley accepted the ‘under’ position but this time fought to get her hands high, clasping them tightly about at bust level for a much stronger hold than last time… but again she fought a gasp as the tight hug began to reveal the size of her opponent! Riley was certain this girl had at least a half cup on her, and she had never played a boob game with someone who outboobed her in size; her limited experience was all thanks to the seniors she graduated with who came up with ways to try to take her down. In the condition her previous hug left her in, she was in no condition to take on such a rack, but clinging to the hope that someone else was closer to losing than she was, Riley ground her teeth and tried to stall, squeezing for a bit then holding loosely and killing time. The seconds passed in agony, especially when the other girl applied her own attack, though Riley noticed she clearly didn’t have the mastery of the hug that the rock titted girl had. Near tears, Riley finally realized the other girl was only squeezing when Riley wasn’t, despite her size advantage. Could she be the girl Riley was counting on to bail her out?
Abandoning her strategy of playing ‘not to lose’, Riley took as deep a breath as she could and squeezed like her life depended on it, holding the pressure despite the quiver in her arms. She ground her juggs back and forth like rolling pins, a cry of her own almost visibly bulging in her throat as her own attack caused her debilitating pain. Just as she was wondering how she would explain to Becca how she lost before even getting on the show, she picked up a suddenly strong smell of lavender from right beside her. She knew this meant Lilith was watching of course, and she fought back tears as she pictured her defeat being announced to the whole room any moment.
“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!” The scream was so loud, so desperate, so near that Riley almost screamed herself in sheer panic, then realized that it was her opponent who’s shrieks were echoing around the room! She started to open her hands when a strong hand grasped her wrist. “Don’t move!” Commanded Lilith’s voice in a barely audible whisper. She could hear lots of walking, and more upsettingly the whimpering of her conquered adversary, and wished she could release her. Besides the discomfort in her own chest, she didn’t want to drag out this girl’s loss and seem like a bitch in front of her new housemates.
“All in line?” Lilith asked. Riley wondered why she didn’t just look herself. The smell of lavender grew stronger, as if Lilith were directly between the two girls somehow. “Remove blindfolds.” With this command, Riley and each of the other girls had her blindfold lifted by an attendant, revealing without warning a million details to their unprepared eyes. Looking dead ahead, the first thing Riley saw was a gorgeous, pained, misty pair of hazel eyes staring right back at her. Glancing down, she saw her own normally creamy chest bright red, mashed against what looked like a pair of H cups with some serious dent in them. Riley heard a few gasps and turned her head to the left, where in a row stood seven of the bustiest young women she had ever seen. Most showed similar redness in their chests, and all were fixated on Riley and the girl thrashing around in her arms… “Dara,” Riley jumped, turning to the right to see Lilith’s face inches away, her neck straining so that her head was almost directly over their breasts. “You have lost the game.” Dara sniveled and whimpered, her doey eyes pleading with Riley to let her go. “Do you want to submit to Riley?” Riley wished she had earplugs the reply was so loud, the noise building as it echoed as if the architects designed it that way. “YYEEESSSS IIII SUBBBMMIIIIIITTTT!!” Again Riley prepared to let go, but again Lilith held her wrist sternly. “Beg her.” She commanded. Dara choked on a large sob, a single fat tear falling from her left eye as she locked her gaze with Riley’s and pleaded. “Rrr Rileyy pleeeeeeaasseee, I can’t… I can’t take your boobies anymoooooreee…” She had a sharp cockney accent, her desperation moving Riley deeply as she was so near to submitting herself moments before.
Riley looked at Lilith aghast, and the purple haired woman finally nodded once, a deep smile on her face. Riley immediately released the hold, Dara stumbling back and clutching the pink and white striped low cut sweater that held her mammoth highbeams. An thin, lightly curved attendant in a formal black dress grasped Riley’s wrist and led her into line with the other girls, who much to her relief were as casually dressed as she was for the most part. They all watched as Lilith faced Dara. “Thank you for coming, Dara. You have been eliminated, but we have a small prize for you anyway.” Two attendants in black dresses carried a large picture frame covered by a dark lavender sheet into the room, which Riley now realized was big enough to fit a hundred people with a domed ceiling that stretched maybe thirty feet in the air. “May you never forget your time here,” Lilith said with a smirk as the attendants pulled away the sheet. All nine girls gasped as they saw a high resolution shot from above showing Riley squeezing Dara, her chest crushed and her head back with mouth open, clearly taken the moment of her defeat. Riley felt several accusatory eyes snap to her and blushed, feeling it wasn’t her fault this elimination was being done in such embarrassing fashion. Dara burst into tears as she held the photo, escorted from the room by the two attendants.
“Well!” Lilith clapped her hands, addressing the speechless girls as if nothing had happened. “Now that we have our eight contestants, let me formally welcome you all to Breast Battles! Tomorrow we start filming, so we’ll save introductions for then. Right now I want to go over some ground rules for your time on the show.” Lilith locked eyes with each of them in turn, but to Riley it seemed Lilith stared at her the whole time. “First, there will be no aggression of any kind outside the games you will compete in. Though you are all living in close quarters you will each have your own room, so we expect no trouble while the cameras are off.” Riley was relieved to hear this, uncomfortable with how many of the girls seemed upset by the humiliation she was forced to put Dara through. “Second, you are forbidden from telling another girl your cup size, or from asking her what hers is. I will tell you each girl in this room ranges from F to H cup, but beyond that you must come to your own conclusions.” This seemed an odd stipulation to Riley, who was disappointed that her G’s ranked as middle of the pack, but didn’t seem like it would be hard to follow.
“The format for the show is this; starting tomorrow, we will put you through a series of unique contests that will test your breasts in various ways. Each time, the two girls who perform the worst will face each other in the Elimination Challenge, which is always the same.” Lilith’s smile grew wider, tormenting the curious side of Riley that hated to be kept in suspense. “Your luggage has been loaded, and you will each be shown to your rooms. Rest up, tomorrow we’re filming intros bright and early!” Riley followed her attendant in a daze, overwhelmed by the excitement of the day and the possibility of being a world renown titty champion!
