Biosphere
By Catwriter
We were six months into our two-year scientific research. There were eight of us totally contained and isolated from contact with the rest of the world. I was called, Doc, affectionately by my staff, consisting of some of the best scientists the world had to offer. Others may have had slightly more talent on an educational scale, but family constrictions, conferences of global significance; commitments to editors had weaned the field. On this fateful day, five of my colleagues were working feverishly in "the lung" section of our diminutive world. No cars, no phones except for emergency.... it was isolation at it's imagined best. The lung portion of our twelve acre enclosed estate was incredibly important in that it maintained the outer and inner pressures of air. When you're living in a very large glass house (ten stories, in places), it just assumes an importance of it's own. The cross trained techies (everyone was a scientist) had the problem in hand and I began to relax a bit. My eyes scanned the other monitors for my two young female colleagues. From the control room I could monitor our desert, ocean, rain forest and other spheres completely. The consortium, which had put this project together, had much to gain and had spared no expense.
Amanda and Barbara had not been cross-trained in "lung" repair and so were free to pursue their particular projects that day. Amanda, a rather shy blonde with an impressive resume, was scheduled for the ocean simulator. It actually was a small ocean. A rather small sandy beach with rock formations behind and palm trees...it was, quite frankly a rather favorite escape pod for our small group. But, Amanda was in charge. It was her project. The ocean, covering as it does such a large portion of our planet, had huge significance to the overall findings of the entire project. She was a twit, however. Totally involved and as far as relations with other's in our close nit group, I'd begun to wish a social worker had been assigned. In the vernacular, she would be considered, "snotty".
Barbara, on the other hand, was really everyone's favorite friend. I considered her simply, deliciously wonderful. A lovely brunette whose parents taught here to treat all with respect. She was an absolute positive force within the group. But her project, the rain forest, was considered by our sponsors to be less important than Amanda's. A real friction had developed. I saw that Barbara was walking purposefully toward the ocean area and immediately left the control station. After a five-minute walk, I entered the area I called, vacation central. Coming around behind the rock formation, I heard rather than saw the two young scientists. As I suspected, they were arguing. Barbara had obviously taken the opportunity to confront her equally young rival while attention was riveted elsewhere. Peering around the twenty foot high rock formation (it just was built from the sand up), I could now see them arguing. Even in their white lab coats, their physical attributes were obvious. Oh yes, they both wore glasses and actually tied their hair in buns every day. But they were young and in an incredibly subdued way, quite sexual. About three months into the project, they had begun to become a distraction. Differing on scientific approaches constantly, both were stubborn to a fault. They had come to me on different occasions complaining long and loud about the other's inability to realize the importance of their particular project. Returning to the scene at hand, the finger pointing had started and their faces were becoming flushed. Are my eyes deceiving me or are they actually removing their lab coats? Moving forward a bit more, I became privy to their increasingly vocal exchange. "That idiot director will never put your projects importance over mine, get that straight, honey!" Shouted Amanda as she tossed her lab coat to the lovely imported sand.
"Perhaps we should just settle this ourselves, Amanda!" screamed Barbara as her lab coat was flung far enough to reach waters edge.
"Good grief, Barbara, I have never fought anyone in my life, are you out of your mind?" replied an exasperated Amanda.
"Well...ummm.... neither have I...but.... this seems a good damn time to start", said Barbara with just the hint of a smile on her face.
With that said, Barbara gave Amanda a meek one-handed shove. Both young nerds were wearing sleeveless t-shirts and pleated khaki shorts. Normal wear in this neck of the woods, or beach. They were obviously braless and their nipples seemed extremely large from my vantage point. "Don't you touch me, Barbara, I mean it!", said an obviously frightened Amanda.
Barbara smiled and pushed her again. I had never seen either without a lab coat and was, quite frankly amazed. Their full breasts had a natural suppleness much missed in a silicone world. I really thought Amanda was going to back down. Shows how delightfully wrong you can be. Eyes blazing, Amanda sent a two-handed shove into Barbara's shoulders, pushing her back several steps.
"Ouch, I didn't push you that hard, dammit!" whimpered Barb as she rubbed her shoulders. Damn, I felt like ringing a bell! Barbara sputtered, then walked the two steps forward and shoved her full breasts directly into the large breasts of her adversary. Beneath the t-shirts, four breasts met head on and ballooned outward. Both beauties gasped at the contact and then Amanda bumped her breasts into Barbara. Hands on hips and sly smiles on their faces, the breast battle was joined. Bumping and circling, the two women began what was to become a bruising breast fight. Their actions became more and more animated as mammaries slammed together. Their bountiful breasts jiggled each time they came into contact and they became heavy as they continued jousting with one another.
"Pack your bags, Barbara!" hissed Amanda as she leaned in and slammed a left breast against its counterpart.
"Oof", gasped Barbara, "I took the liberty of packing yours several moments ago!"
"Why you pretentious, condescending...."
"Me condescending? Why you insolent, ignorant...."
"Ignorant? Why you....."
The slaps landed at the same moment and within our make-believe, silent world, were quite loud. The women stepped back, hands rubbing faces, looking like cruel lionesses about to pounce upon a baby emu. Eyes full of fury, they lunged toward one another tearing at hair. It took a moment of pulling and jousting and ripping until the buns finally burst. Screaming and even swearing, these two young protected, cultured females latched on and yanked hard. Initially, feet firmly planted, they just pulled. Their bodies had a herky jerky motion as their upper torsos moved toward one another, then to the side, and then almost in a mutual circular motion. Damn, they were angry. And then their legs were moving as they stumbled wildly about the sand, hissing and spitting. Teeth clenched and lips drawn back, they pulled hair furiously. Their legs became intertwined and they fell briefly to the sand. Hands never leaving hair, they pulled one another back to their feet and resumed a furious standing hair-pull. Grunting at each jerk of hair, they stumbled into a bear hug hair-pull which had them lurching about the small area. This was clearly the first fight for both in that it seemed a long grueling hair-pulling session would not only begin the fight, but end it as well. But they were learning quickly, Ivy leaguers would expect no less.
Eventually, the scrapping females brought their feet into play and began trying to trip one another. They were plastered together, one hand around the back ripping and the other tearing at hair. Barbara yanked and pulled Amanda's t-shirt over her shoulders and Amanda responded in kind. Four delicious breasts plopped into view, bouncing and swinging wildly in their fullness. They were leaning forward, legs spread wide as the t-shirts became entangled around their necks. Holding the shirts firmly with one hand, they began slapping and kicking. These two were becoming angrier by the second. Man! They began to circle, slowly at first, then more rapidly and finally sprang apart falling hard to the sandy beach several yards apart. The t-shirts ended up in Amanda's hand and she held them high for just a second. Their arms were behind them and they gasped for breath. Their young breasts were absolutely stunning, rising and falling and rolling across their chests as they gulped much needed air. "Had enough, Barbara?" sputtered Amanda as she continued gulping huge breaths of air.
"You're the one who's leaving, Amanda!" hissed Barbara who was beginning to lean forward in her sitting position to get more air to her starved lungs.
Eyes spitting sparks, the young warriors slowly rose to their knees and advanced. They clamped hands together and began a test of strength. As they pushed harshly into one another, their proud breasts grazed together, nipples sliding roughly into the encompassing breast flesh. And they moved closer still until four magnificent breasts were spreading away from ribcages and bulging out to the side. Using arms as leverage, they resumed their previous breast war. Time and again, they leaned back, and then pulled forward toward one another. The sound of the slaps tasted like ice cream and reverberated throughout our tiny enclosed world. Two minutes into this phase of the battle, it appeared stalemated. They were pressed together as close as could be without becoming one person. Barbara grasped a handful of blonde hair and yanked to her left. Amanda's left leg flew into the air as she lost her balance and fell. Barbara quickly straddled the blonde scientist and began slapping her adversary with a series of wicked left and right-handed slaps. Although Amanda slapped back, Barbara clearly had the advantage. In desperation, Amanda took a firm grasp of Barbara's large dangling bouncy breasts. Barbara screamed loudly and attempted to rip Amanda's hands away to no avail. She, in turn, latched wickedly onto Amanda's proud breasts and twisted harshly. At first, the screaming females concentrated their fury on the full breasts of her counterpart in this battle. This quickly gave way to vicious nipple twisting as the battle continued to escalate. Both wild women grasped the opponent's nipples and pulled until their breasts were cone-shaped...then twisted wickedly. Screams reached fever pitch as Amanda suddenly sent a hard slap to Barbara's contorted face, dislodging the rain forest advocate. Quickly seizing the moment, she dove upon the momentarily distracted brunette and the two incredibly fit (and quite sexy) brainiacs began wrestling again. Taut bodies strained against one another as they rolled slowly. Legs locking and straining, then moving furiously, each tried to trap her opponent. Their upper torsos were locked in a bear hug. I thought their ripe breasts would surely burst. They began scratching each other's back with one hand and pulling hair with the other. Rolling, grunting and groaning, the battling beauties finally hit the shallow water of our impeccably duplicated ocean. The cool, foot-deep water seemed to re-invigorate the rivals and they splashed about wildly. They had finally secured death grips around each other's legs and were trying to pull each other's head beneath the water with pure muscle. First Barbara, then Amanda shot a hand deep and the screaming began again. I couldn't see their hands with the wild rolling taking place, but there was clearly some pussy-scratching going on. Side by side now, occasionally both heads were pulled under water, as they seemed to be trying to drown one another. I saw Amanda's right arm rise up from the fray and come down into Barbara's soft belly. Bodies heaving and exhausted, the young woman rolled away from one another. They were both crying and choking and clearly exhausted. I came up behind Amanda and held her shoulders as she looked like she was once again prepared to pummel her adversary.
"What on earth is going on here?" I said deceitfully and shaky of voice.
They both pointed fingers and then just started sobbing loudly. These two strong willed females had battled mightily and were quite spent.
I retrieved their lab coats and placed them gingerly upon their still heaving shoulders. The unsteady lovelies leaned heavily into me and their large breasts mashing into my chest caused me no small amount of excitement. Over the next several weeks, both combatants tried, in a most aggressive and sexual way to bring my support to their positions (which were varied and wonderful). I agreed to keep their battle a secret, of course. I'm a scientist too. I did insist, however, that they must eventually resolve this matter between themselves. A genuinely sexy blonde and vivacious brunette gazed at one another. Looks hardened, as did something else in the room.
"Fine by me, doc!" sneered Amanda.
"Anytime, doc, anytime" laughed Barbara rising to her knees above me.
Amanda copied the move and as their arms closed around each other in a bear hug that would soon turn violent, I knew that the next year and one half would surely be the best time of my life.
