Best Friend's Sister, Chapter 20 - Amanda's Point of View
By Jon Grey



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"Let 'em hang," I heard him say. I really knew I didn't have a choice, that
even deep down I wanted this. Why else would I have come? His girlfriend was
the reason. She'd beaten my tits with hers, but then she'd worked a deal with
another girl who'd beaten me. I'd only lost once before joining Beta Omega
Omega Beta, so I wasn't used to losing, and I certainly wasn't ready for the
wheeling and dealing.

I had spent the first part of the night in her room with my lips around her
perfect boobs. Even before I'd started fighting, I liked playing with other
girl's tits. As my own big boobs had developed, I'd played with mine, but like
anything, variety seemed the spice of life. I found with my pair and being off
to college over the summer that there quite a few girls who wanted to see what
it was like. Thankfully, most were happy to let me play. So I'd had no problem
playing with Tiffany's big, firm breasts. I couldn't believe how firm they
were, and even as I was sucking on her, I remembered that she'd crushed me
with them. But part of me didn't care.

As Tiffany took her rights, she let her boyfriend Jon have his way with me,
too. I could understand why he'd called my tits "floppy." Compared to Tiff's
they were. He seemed to enjoy them, and given the circumstances, I was at
least glad I wasn't pissing either of them off. I'd let a few guys play with
them, but neither had seemed to have as much fun as Jon had with them. I had
blown him, dropping to my knees to service him. Tiffany certainly liked being
involved. She played with my beaten boobs the whole time, cupping them.
Thankfully, the blowjob didn't last long. I admit that I was a bit proud of
myself when Jon pulled off, and I'd had a few guys cum on my tits before. His
load was pretty big, though, and I was glad when he was done. Then Tiff
decided to humiliate me, and gave me a bikini top but I couldn't wear it on
the way to the bathroom. Thankfully, no one was upstairs.

When I came back, Tiffany made me finger myself. To be honest, any nerves I
had were pushed back by how excited I'd become. But I still couldn't believe
how easily I just let Tiffany push my hand towards my crotch. And she played
with my boobs while I did it, sending little sparks to my pussy from my tits.

Before I could finish, Tiffany let fly with the punishment. Soon Jon, hard
again, was fucking my big titties as I held them there. He was pretty gentle
as far as those go, though I'd only given one other guy my tits. I actually
thought about that a bit while Jon had his way with my boobs. Tiffany made him
mock my loser jugs, but I think he liked them. I imagine Tiffany's pair were a
tighter fuck, though, even with my pushing my boobs together. It sucked, but
as I remembered the whips n Cassie's wall, I simply looked away.

Most of the shame and misery I'd had from being treated so objectively
disappeared as Tiffany sat on my face. I had no choice but to taste her pussy.
She directed me, and I ate my first pussy on Tiffany's bed. She really seemed
to enjoy it. The real humiliation hadn't come yet, and Tiffany made some
speech about her guy getting a "real titfuck" before she flattened my tits
with hers and Jon spewed all over both of us.

I really hadn't ever felt so overwhelmed, and even if I knew Tiffany had
flattened my boobs, I'd never felt beaten before. Not like that. I was
dripping with Jon's cum while Tiffany rode my face, me licking and sucking
while she came. I remember the last bit clearly, because my admission made it
true.

I still don't know why I said it ? as Tiffany pushed and shook my softened
jugs all around she asked who owned me. "You do," I told her. "Tiffany, you
own me." And while I was sad that I'd lost those physical confrontations, I
was really down about letting Tiffany in my head.

It didn't get better the next morning. She had me come by for some pictures. I
did my best to ignore Jon's stares, though I felt my nipples harden as I
noticed him really looking, and he did back off when Tiffany asked. I guess
I'd probably stare if I was a guy, too.

Tiffany shooed him out, and as the door closed, Tiffany patted the bed next to
her.

"Sit down a minute." I did so and she continued. "A bit surprised?" I nodded,
sighing gratefully that she was asking. It probably meant a less severe sort
of interaction that had been my expectation.

"What were you more surprised by? That I did it? Or that you liked it?" I
started to say something, but she grinned. "Just think about it," she
prompted. She peeled off her night shirt and cupped her tits.

"You want to play with these, don't you?" Tiffany asked. Her perfect, firm
boobs were in front of me, and I realized I did. But I didn't need her to know
that. I tried saying nothing. "Or suck them?" she asked.

"I'm straight," I blurted out. Tiffany laughed, and soon I did, too. Tiffany
nodded.

"Yup, me too. Mostly." The way she added the last part on with no sense of
shame resonated a bit more deeply than I would have hoped. "But that doesn't
mean you don't like my titties, does it?"

"You've got great breasts, Tiffany. Better than mine," I hoped attacking her
ego was the right thing. Tiffany leaned over and pulled my shirt over my head.
I felt my breasts fall and bounce, jiggling as they hit my ribcage.

"You, uh, didn't answer the question, blondie." She scooted closer and pulled
her knees under her on the bed, forcing her abdomen up and placing those
perfect breasts right in front of my eyes. I had no idea why, but I felt my
breathing quicken. I couldn't tell if I was just overwhelmed by the sight of
Tiffany's boobs dangling in front of me, or if the idea of her forcing one of
her big tits into my mouth was doing it. As soon as I thought it, the image
came to mind, and I realized I wanted to. And some part of me deep down,
wanted to feel her force me to.

"Well?" Tiffany prodded, reaching down to pull my sore boobs gently into hers.
I felt them fold slightly around the lower edges of her firm orbs. I couldn't
believe that I was feeling this way, but I could feel my nipples hardening as
I thought about Tiffany's big breasts denting mine, her firm tits overwhelming
mine and proving they were better again. I was so lost in thought that I
hadn't realized I'd leaned forward until the nipple touched my lips.

I knew there was no point in refusing, so I latched on, ensuring my lips had
surrounded her areola and that my tongue was plying her thick nub as much as I
could. I heard almost through some fog, Tiffany's encouragement to continue.

"Tongue my thick nipple, Amanda. I knew you liked my big, firm tits." I heard
the snap of a camera from her phone, and almost pulled away, but felt the
gentle nudge of Tiffany's other hand on the back of my head. I needed almost
no encouragement. I was shocked at how easily Tiffany's tits had seduced me,
but I'd witnessed their power. Only Sabrina to that point had beaten her and
they were fucking gorgeous. I moaned as I felt her hand dance around my
nipple, which was now hardened, pointing straight out from my jiggling udder.

I gasped as Tiffany pulled her tit away and switched, letting me have my way
with her other big boob. I couldn't believe how into it I was, even the
feeling of Tiffany pawing at my sore jugs. She bounced them a bit, and I heard
another faux "click" from her phone. She pulled away.

"We need a few photos," she told me. I nodded, realizing that she had
something else in store. She told me to kneel on the bed, but lean forward. I
felt my tits swing out from under me, hoping that I wouldn't have to hold the
pose long.

"God, you're photogenic," Tiffany said. "I hate you." I stuck out my tongue
and we both laughed. I couldn't believe that I was enjoying it. Tiffany and I
took a few more shots, and then she had me get on all fours.

"Why are you taking these?" I asked, though I had no intention of stopping
her.

"Because I own you," she said simply. I blushed and felt myself try to pull
back, but I was naked on her bed. "I'll send a few to Jon in a minute. He
seemed to have fun last night," she told me. I felt my throat tighten as she
reminded me of Jon's jollies. I showered intensely after I got to my room,
hoping I'd gotten all of his cum off my tits. Hearing Tiffany tell her that
her boyfriend was going to see me exposed didn't thrill me. But he'd already
seen it, I found myself reasoning. And Tiffany seemed to be really getting a
kick out of it.

I felt myself tighten up as that final thought had gone through my brain. It
was okay if Tiffany was happy? I shook my head, wondering what was going on in
my mind. I had little time to process it.

"Hold your left breast for the camera," Tiffany ordered me. I hefted my left
boob and pointed it as well as I could at the camera. Tiffany gripped my other
tit and held it as well. I hated that my nipple stiffened in her hand, but not
enough to pull away. I smiled for the shot, knowing that Jon would see one of
them as well.

We took a lot of photos. My favorite was one that looked almost innocent. I
was laying on my side on the bed, my tits the focus again as they sloped
towards the mattress, my right breast laying atop my smooshed left boob. It
looked like I'd just woken up, and I told Tiffany so.

"It's nice," Tiffany said. "I really do think you could model." I grinned, and
then she stuck me. "For a lot of those porn sites." At first I was hurt, but
she was grinning, and I realized she was joking. I stuck my tongue out as
Tiffany took a few more shots.

"Time for a video. Get ready to play with those big jugs," she told me. I
nodded, wondering what she wanted. "It won't have to be long," she promised.

"Just long enough for Jon to watch my tits shake?" I asked, though I couldn't
keep the smile from my face. I was amazed at how much I was enjoying this. I
knew Tiff was humiliating me, but the thought of Jon watching my big tits
shake around while his girlfriend ordered it seemed fairly innocent. I also
knew that I'd been expecting something a bit more painful, or at least more
embarrassing. Something I might have expected from Sabrina. I was surprised at
the thought, but didn't let it show. Also, she had earned the right, I thought
as I cupped my boobs. She'd beaten up my tits pretty well.

"Go," Tiffany said, pushing another button on her phone. She'd already plugged
her other camera into her computer, downloading photos. I pushed my boobs
together, watching them compress against each other and shaking from the
impact. I did it a couple of times before I bounced them in my hand, watching
my boobs flop over my fingers. I pulled them up and dropped them a couple of
times, remembering that Jon had enjoyed doing just that while he fondled me.
Finally I pulled my big titties up by their nips, and even let a whimper out.
I could never tell where the pleasure ended and pain began when I did it, but
I was glad it was over when Tiffany said "Cut!" I let my tits bounce and
groaned.

"You are such a good sport," Tiffany said.

"Thanks," I replied. My mouth dried as I felt the question come unbidden to my
mind. I'd gotten pretty turned on, and I'm still blaming my next move on the
fact that I was horny. "Can I suck on your tits some more?" I felt my face go
red as I asked, but Tiffany sat down on the bed.

"One condition," she told me. I swallowed, waiting, not realizing what was
happening. "Get on all fours while you do it." I nodded, relieved. I was
thinking of something a lot more invasive. I immediately crawled to the bed,
feeling my naked tits jiggling as they fell away from my body and promptly
started sucking on her left breast. I groaned a bit as I felt Tiffany gently
squeeze my boobs, using one hand to fondle both of my tits. She gently rolled
my nipple while my tongue basted hers and I felt her pull my right breast into
my left before turning her attention to her phone.

I concentrated on her magnificent breast again, loving the feel of her firm
flesh against my lips while I suckled her. I heard the click of the phone, and
responded by reaching up to begin gently fondling Tiffany's right tit. She let
me go for a while, but gently pulled away. I felt a small surge of
satisfaction as I noticed her quickened breathing.

"Wow," Tiffany whispered. "That was nice." I licked my lips and stood.
"Thanks," she told me. "I had fun." I nodded.

"Don't tell anyone, but so did I," I said, unable to keep the grin from my
face.

"Good. Then you'll like next time, too," she said, smiling at me.

"Next time?" I asked. I don't know why I had thought we were finished.

"Of course. Remember that.." I actually cut her off, but it didn't seem to
bother her.

"You own me," I said, and in the moment and act of saying it, I realized I was
going to enjoy it again. Tiffany leaned over to shake my tits. They jiggled
and shook and I sighed as she played with them.

"I own your loser tits, Amanda."

"You own my loser tits," I repeated.

"You can free yourself if you want a rematch, you know," she told me. I
thought about her proposal and she pulled me up, lining her tits up with mine.
"I certainly wouldn't mind another round with your soft tits," she whispered.
I was about to say they weren't soft when Tiffany pushed my tits in with hers,
gently. I watched as my weakened breasts melted away from her invading jugs.

"I love flattening tits," Tiffany whispered. Despite the pain, something about
her voice made electric shocks go through me. I watched my left breast pushed
in just noticeably, even as Tiffany's firmer tits yielded nothing. "Can I
flatten them?" she asked. I felt my boobs shoved in just a bit more as I shook
my head.

"Please don't," I whispered. Tiffany smiled.

"I didn't ask 'may,' Amanda. Do my tits have the ability to flatten your
boobs?" I groaned as she pushed her firmer, stronger pair into my flattening
udders.

"Yes," I whispered. "Your tits can flatten mine." Tiffany smiled.

"I won't today," she told me. "You've been such a great sport. But I wanted to
show you who was boss. Who's the boss?"

I sighed as she pulled away her powerful teats. "You are," I breathed, cupping
my sore tits. "You're the boss." I couldn't believe how powerful her big tits
were.

"Good to know," Tiff said, smiling. I'd have been smiling too, I knew, had I
just proven my breasts' superiority. I didn't begrudge the winner her bragging
rights. We both pulled our shirts back on, my tits shaking and jiggling
noticeably more than hers. As I started to leave, Tiffany told me about a
titfight she was considering, with Jon and herself as the only audience. I
nodded my agreement without hesitation. She said she'd get me back with the
details, and I left.

It was pretty much the middle of the semester, and despite the weird
experiences I'd been having around the sorority, I found myself completely
overwhelmed by school. Between the work, and the two weekly pledge meetings, I
found just enough time to eat and sleep. And almost none for anything else.
Which kinda sucked, as I was beginning to get excited or nervous about the
titfight that Tiffany had promised. I tried to calm down, realizing we hadn't
even set a date.

The next week was filled with preparation for the sorority's Halloween party.
I'd heard nothing but how big and amazing it was, so I was ready for more
work, but nothing like what happened. A few of the pledges and I were involved
with several late nights/early morning events, including cleaning the dance
room, and ensuring the foyer was immaculate. More adventurous girls ? not me ?
were on the ceiling, hanging lights and other, more macabre decorations.

Tiffany sent me a text asking me about my costume. I responded with a question
mark: I hadn't had any time to look, and I didn't expect I would.

"No costume," she replied, "good. Just come by my room about an hour before
the party." I sighed, and then felt my mind racing as I thought of Tiffany
picking out a costume for me. I knew it would be way too revealing, but part
of me still felt a strange anticipation rather than nervousness. I just texted
"Ok" back, hoping that nothing to untoward would happen.

The rest of the week went fast, and I finally got a good nap in before the
party. Tiffany and I had passed in the hall a few times, but she just grinned
and winked both times. I knew that she and Sabrina were getting ready for a
big fight, and while I wasn't eager to be exposed like a slutty cheerleader or
something like that, something had gotten me hotter than I expected when I was
posing for those pictures.

When I woke up from my nap, it was almost time to get there. I just showered
and wore a tank top and shorts to Tiffany's room. I didn't bother with a bra.
I knew I'd be out of it in a minute, and it's not like the girls hadn't seen
me in that partiular state of undress after Tiffany's win over me. When I
knocked, she answered with a knowing grin.

"Glad you could make it," she told me. "I like my bitches prompt." She laughed
and even I grinned, flipping her off though we both knew I was going to be
there. She handed me a bag and her grin spread even further across her face.

"Your costume for this evening," Tiffany said casually. I pulled out a plaid
skirt that was just cut above mid-thigh. It was short, but really not that
bad. I shimmied out of the shorts and reached for the skirt. Tiffany pulled it
back and looked at my crotch with a questioning glance. At first I shrugged,
and then it dawned on me.

"You bitch," I said softly, though I felt my hands pulling the waistband of my
pink underwear down.

"You're the bitch, Amanda. Remember?" she asked. I nodded this time, unwilling
to goad her further. I took the skirt and covered myself. I had, admittedly,
worn a few shorter skirts with no panties, and I realized that it wasn't that
bad. At least I hoped it wasn't. I wasn't planning on staying too long at the
party anyway; I was exhausted. I pulled it down as much as I could and Tiffany
smiled at me. "I really was hoping it wouldn't be too bad," she said
sincerely. I shrugged.

"I've worn shorter," I told her honestly.

"Whore," she quipped. We both laughed and I pulled out the top. It was a shirt
? almost. It was some white fabric that barely covered me. I looked up to her
as I began tying it, and realized it could just cover my nipples. As soon as
Tiffany saw that it fit, she pulled it away.

"Jon's on his way over to help you put it on. Tell him that you weren't strong
enough and make sure he plays with your tits." I groaned. Jon had been
incredibly gentle, but having a guy come in and fondle me wasn't always my cup
of tea. Especially when his girlfriend was egging him on. Tiffany pointed to
some boots, knee high that I pulled on and I waited for Jon to show up.

I didn't wait long before I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door,
topless, holding the ridiculous half-shirt that Tiffany had given me. My big
boobs drew Jon's eyes instantly.

"Come in," I said, practicing the most courtesy I could. I recited the lines
Tiffany had given me (or at least, very nearly). "I need help with this
costume," I offered. Jon's eyes flickered briefly away from my chest to
Tiffany; I continued my plea. "I'm not strong enough to tie the shirt between
my breasts. Tiffany was hoping you could help." As I finished, I watched Jon
nod.

"Gladly," he said. I slid what were supposed to be the sleeves over my arms
and let the fabric hang. Jon's eyes traced very bounce of my big tits, and I
felt myself a bit flushed. Jon really couldn't pull the fabric together on the
first try, so I shifted, letting my left tit scrape and flow over her hand. He
looked up, and I knew I had a slight smile on my face; feeling warm flesh on
my tits tickled just a bit. It also sent a slight tingle through my tit which
was not unpleasant. My nipple stiffened as he continued to work. He didn't
take the bait that time, either, so I pushed back, letting him feel the full
weight of my big jug on his hand. Jon tried to ignore my tits, and when he
did, I felt a challenge.

There was no question the third time that I wanted Jon's hands on me. He
finally cupped my left jug and shook it. I felt slightly humiliated that he
wanted to watch them shake, but I was actually getting turned on. Soon his
other hand joined my right tit and my tits were flying all over the place. My
big tits slapped together in some instances, the noises ringing in my ears.

"Raise your arms," he told me when he was finished mauling my big tits. I did
so and Jon fiddled with the shirt. When we were done, he'd fashioned some
crude bikini. I watched his eyes and looked down to his points of staring. It
barely covered my tits, and you could see the shadow of my areola but
technically I had my costume.

"Naughty schoolgirl. Good choice," Jon told me, his eyes never leaving my
tits.

"It was mine," Tiffany said excitedly. I nodded.

"I like it," I told Jon, and this time he took the initiative. His hands were
gentle and exploratory, pushing my boobs up and in to form a deep cleavage.

"So do I," he told me. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime. I'm heading downstairs to help Connie at the door." I grinned at Jon
before I left. I left them in the room and headed down to see Connie. I hoped
she'd been holding up well enough. I knew that my nipples were poking through
the fabric. Jon's hands had felt so nice on my boobs. I realized I'd had a lot
of energy pent up from the stressful week, and made sure to refocus as I
started having to doge people on the stairs as the last minute preparations
were taken care of.

When I finally reached the door, Connie had opened up and was greeting people.
She was dressed as a tavern wench, her big, full boobs bulging out of the
"bodice."

"Nice costume!" I told her. She grinned.

"Thanks. I like yours too," she said. I caught her stealing a few glances at
my hard tips, but she said nothing. Most people coming to the party had
started to form a huge line, and Connie and I took the small fee for the
party. Everyone seemed fine with helping pay, and the one person that did try
to sneak in got pulled back by two guys from the DIKK fraternity. From the
sounds behind the house, it didn't sound like he was going to be able to crash
after all. Connie and I both waved the two guys through, to cheers from the
crowd.

The entry stuff went quickly, and soon our relief came by. As I'd been with
the sorority longer, I took the money we'd made upstairs to the safety lock
box. I stored all the cash and locked it quickly wishing someone had seen me
put all of it in there. I didn't want to screw the party take up in my first
year.

Seeing all the guys from DIKK in barely-there costumes didn't really help my
nipples. By the time I made it to the bottom floor, they were scraping
uncomfortably against the fabric, though the constant friction also sent
little tingles of pleasure through my tits.

I calmed myself as much as I could as I made my way downstairs. I made a stop
by the door to the sorority, to make sure everything was still running well. I
saw Jon and Tiffany heading towards the titfight and waved. I felt my big left
boob almost fall out of the costume, and quickly pulled my hand down,
blushing. Realizing that I'd nearly flashed about fifty people didn't
embarrass me as much as it turned me on, and I left the costume alone.

I wondered what was happening to me, but didn't have time at that moment to
reflect. I glanced down at my top a couple of times to be sure my nipple was
still covered, but otherwise ignored any jostling or shaking that sent waves
through my heavy tits.

I spent a bit more time around the house; most of the freshman girls not
fighting had to man different stations, though I certainly got a lot of
attention. Guys and girls both took a look down my top, some more obviously
than others. The night went fast, and even though I was either on clean up,
drink delivery, or errand running, I had a much better time than I had
expected.

I heard about Loni's thrashing of Connie, and really wish I'd heard more.
Tanya had actually been there, making sure people were supposed to be there,
and told me that it had been pretty brutal.

"Connie's tits were just flopping all over her chest," Tanya told me. "I might
take it upon myself to take her on later."

"Loni?" I asked. Tanya flipped me off. Loni had pounded her pretty well
earlier. "Sounds like she's scaring you, T," I told her. Tanya glanced down at
my tits. I realized after a quick look that she was sizing up the competition.
I imagined our tits together, and felt my lip curl for just a moment,
wondering how that fight would go. She certainly had the cup size on me, but
neither of us had fared well against similar competition. We both grinned as
we pulled away, suddenly aware of the other's attention.

"I wouldn't say scared," Tanya said. "But I wouldn't be partying if I was
about to face her," she admitted. I nodded. It sounded like a pretty brutal
fight. "Are you going to stay up for the end of the party?" she asked.

"Oh, hell no. I'm exhausted." I saw relief fly across my pledge sister's face.

"Good. I won't be the only one not there. Good night, Amanda."

"Night." I called. We both headed our separate ways. I made it to my room
immediately, falling into my bed still in my costume. I wondered how Tiffany
was doing right before I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I tried to shake the sleep from my head, noticing my left
breast had come free. I squeezed it, pinching the nipple, and in no time found
my other hand under my skirt. I kept quiet, but I was unable to shake the
vision of Jon's hands manipulating my meaty breasts earlier. As I was coming
down, I thought about how I needed to get laid. As I made my way to the
shower, I heard some groaning coming from one of my sisters' rooms, but I
didn't stop to try and figure it out. My shower was just slightly cooler than
I had expected it to be.

When I came out, Tanya was coming in. She looked as tired as I was. She looked
at my towel and I looked at her robe, our eyes immediately drawn to the
competition.

"Morning," she said, her voice raspy from sleep.

"Morning. How're you feeling?" I asked. She shrugged, causing her robe to open
more, letting more of her firm breasts peek out. I found my eyes drawn to the
healthy cleavage she'd accidentally put on display. Tanya noticed, too,
looking down and then pushing them up with her hands, forcing the outer edges
of her big, pale jugs towards the center opening of the robe. I looked to her
face and cupped my own boobs through the towel, sending the tops of my tits
over the edge.

"You and I are going to go at it at some point, Amanda," Tanya said. The
tension was palpable, though both of us knew it was going to happen. I was
hoping that my tits were firmer than her heavier jugs, because if they weren't
I was going to be in trouble.

"Yeah, but I've got plans this week, T." Tanya smiled.

"Oh, I know. It's a busy week. I hope the cleanup is over by noon so I can
crawl back into bed." We chatted for a while, my eyes flicking down to Tanya's
big boobs every so often. We said our goodbyes, and I made my way back to the
room.

We were done with the cleaning by two, and I saw Tanya and pointed to my
wrist. By that time, of course, we knew who had won the big fight. Tiffany had
flattened Sabrina's tits, and there was some tension between the girls. There
had been a serious division, and while no serious rifts had occurred, there
was a general sense of major and unknown change.

I found myself a bit disappointed that Tiffany was going to be even more
confident, though a part of me wondered what she'd have me do for her next
order of penance/submission. I knew she wanted me to have that titfight, but I
had no idea when, and no idea against whom. Tanya sidled up to me.

"You look exhausted," she said. She'd slid on a tank top and a pair of jeans
to clean in. Her bra helped give her tits a healthy cleavage, and her ass
looked depressingly tight.

"So do you," I shot back. We both laughed. "You heard?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. That bitch Tiffany flattened Sabrina," she told me. I was
surprised, given that Sabrina had flattened Tanya at our first meeting, but I
knew that a lot of the girls had chosen sides. Despite the generous treatment
(relatively, anyway) I'd received from Tiffany, I hadn't realized that I'd
hoped she'd win against Sabrina. I shook my head.

"That's what I heard," I agreed, not wanting a confrontation. Tanya huffed.

"I'll guess I'll have to knock the bitch's tits around soon," she said. "After
a good night's sleep. Maybe she'll bring her boyfriend to watch," she said
laughing. I laughed, too, knowing full well that Tiffany would have Jon there.
I wondered, given Tanya's size, if she had a chance against Tiffany.

"Let me know when you challenge her," I told her. "When will it be?" Tanya
thought for a second.

"I have no idea. I've got so much work right now, I'll be lucky to finish the
semester!"

She shrugged and laughed, and we both went upstairs to rest for the beginning
of the school week.

It turned out I didn't have to wait long to hear from Tiffany. Despite her
contest with Sabrina, she had something to talk about on Monday night.

I came in, braless as per her order, my softer tits jiggling with each step. I
knocked on her door, wondering idly where the term knockers came from as I
looked at my boobs. I didn't have long to consider it, as Tiffany ushered me
in.

"I've got to study tonight, but I wanted to let you and your loser tits know
that a friend of mine is coming over tomorrow," she said, grinning as she
stared at my tits. I grinned back, flipping her off. Tiffany laughed.

"My fight?" I asked. She nodded.

"If you win, I'll have something for you," she promised. "If you lose, I might
be convinced to let Jon have another go at you. Unless you want that. Maybe
you do," she prompted, looking at my tits again. I hadn't realized how stiff
my nips had become, and I opened my mouth.

"You want Jon over? I'm sure he's game," she teased. "It certainly looks like
you want him there."

"Fuck you," I said, still embarrassed by my body's betrayal. Tiffany laughed
again, but this time she reached over and cupped my left boob. She began
shaking it from left to right, watching it jiggle and wobble under my shirt.
She let go after a minute, leaving my quivering tit in my shirt.

"You free at about 5:00 tomorrow night?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Should be, yeah," I told her.

"Great. I'll be there to watch your soft titties get flattened." For some
reason that one stung, and I felt the smile melt away from my face. I wanted
to say something, but looking at Tiffany's grin, I realized it would only
start a confrontation. I swallowed and nodded.

"See you then," I said, as cheerfully as I could. Tiffany did give me a hug
before I left, and I felt her firmer, bigger tits dent my smaller softer set,
though I don't think Tiff meant it. Still, I felt a bit of anger and
frustration, and promised myself that I'd take it out on her friend.

The next day went by fast. The afternoon lab was normally long and boring, but
it seemed even more so when I knew I'd be meeting a friend of Tiffany's. I
wasn't as mad as I had been, but I was still pissed, to the point that my lab
partner, a jock who was actually really good at science, noticed. Most of the
time, he was looking down my shirt.

"What's up?" Chris asked. He was a decent looking guy, although I normally saw
the top of his nose rather than full-on face as we only had the one lab
together and he was either doing some math on the experiment or staring down
my cleavage. He did have nice brown eyes.

"Oh, nothing. Pledging has just got me a bit tired," I lied. I tried to be
more chipper so Chris wouldn't ask more questions. The lab trudged by, and
Chris handed me a slip of paper. He looked a bit nervous, nodding his head.

"Hey, if you need to talk, here's my number." He turned and walked away.
Despite myself I grinned, and slipped the number into my pocket. I sighed as I
went to get dressed. Well, undressed, I reasoned as I stood in front of my
drawers. I changed quickly. I didn't see much of a reason to dress up just to
have my tits exposed. The gray t-shirt I grabbed covered everything, I
decided, and I traipsed on over to Tiffany's room. I knocked and Jon opened
the door.

"Oh, hey Jon," I said. He let me in, and as soon as I passed, I felt his
strong, gentle hands on my soft boobs. I felt myself stiffen, just a bit as he
fondled me. I noticed the black-haired girl there, but I was distracted by
Jon's brazen groping.

"Oooh," I whispered, surprised at the intrusion. His hands did feel good, and
I'm sure he felt my hard tips stiffen even further as he groped me. He did it
so casually, I noticed, and I wondered how many other girls he'd gotten to
enjoy. I didn't care at that moment, as his hands had quickly found my nipples
and were rolling them gently. I couldn't help but groan.

"Oh shit," I heard myself say as Jon manipulated my flesh. I felt his hands
slide down to the hem of my shirt.

"Let's show these girls your loser tits," he said from behind me. I couldn't
say a thing, and actually watched as Jon lifted the shirt. He pulled the hem
close so it hefted my jugs up, then they flopped down as it cleared my
nipples. They shook and jiggled and I watched Tiffany grin. The black haired
girl gasped as she saw my boobs.

I felt Jon push up my hands to just below my tits. I couldn't believe that he
was being so forward, but I also knew that Tiffany wanted a show for her new
friend; maybe to intimidate her. But I got the message quickly and began
massaging my boobs. I squeezed and shook them, all the while feeling a bit of
that anger returning, though I had to admit that it felt good.

"Pull those nipples," Tiffany ordered. I immediately dropped my jiggling tits
and pulled on my nipples. "Get them hard, Amanda," she added. I was doing my
best, and the audience certainly made it easier. Jon's eyes were focused on my
stiffening peaks. Sarah had been staring since Jon had started his abuse.

"Your turn, Sarah," Tiffany said. Now that I'd gotten my bearings, I noticed
Tiffany's shirt had no undergarment under it. Her big, firm tits seemed to be
staring at me as intently as Tiffany was. Her friend peeled off her shirt and
I saw some insanely firm tits bounce into view. Even as I pulled at my
hardening nipples, Sarah did her own, pulling the pink tips outward. I noticed
almost no movement as she manipulated her breasts. They were firm, I realized.
I watched Tiffany and Jon staring at Sarah's perky boobs, and felt the
strangest wave of jealousy. As I remembered Tiffany's hope that Sarah would
flatten me, the jealousy melded with anger, and I felt my eyes narrow. I took
a step forward, looking first at Sarah's face, then down to her hardened tips.
We clasped our wrists to steady our approach.

Sarah surprised me, striking first and sending her thick nipples into mine. I
felt the usual sting and tingle as our tips battled for supremacy. I was
amazed at how much I could feel of the movement as our nips slid over and
around one another. I was reacting slowly, stunned by the first contact, and
soon Sarah upped the pace before I could match her original tempo. I groaned
as she thumped my nips with her hard tips. I felt Sarah's tips slam forward
into my areola, and the sensation shook my out of my daze.

I fired a shot back, thrusting my own hard nipples, and loving the gasp that
Sarah gave as she felt my breast pushing my nipple into her crinkled areola.
We continued the fight, both of us landing solid blows, our nipples bending
and springing back to life even as our tits compressed around the point of
contact.

Jon joined Tiffany on the bed and began whispering to one another. I half
expected Tiffany to start jerking him off while he watched us, and felt my
anger boil over to Tiff's boyfriend as I began flicking my nipples across
Sarah's. Our rubbery spikes fenced some more in front of our audience.

Sarah gained a quick advantage, able to hold my tits in place while flicking
her nipples, using a strong grip to trap me. I grunted, but twisted quickly,
and felt my own nipples begin their assault. Sarah winced as she felt me
scraping my thick nipples across her flesh, keeping the same plane of attack
from left to right. Sarah let go and stepped back, and I welcomed the
opportunity. She'd tried to escape the scraping, but I thrust my chest forward
and slammed my nipples into hers. I ground her a bit before pulling back.

This time, though, Sarah met the thrust. I'd been getting a good advantage,
but to the black-haired girl's credit, she landed a solid blow with her nips.
I groaned as I felt her stiff flesh sink into my tender breasts. Sarah liked
the result and tried again. I slid to the left, and kept my grin to myself as
I felt her blow miss, just barely scraping across my nipples. She left herself
open, and I thrust forward immediately, wrenching a satisfying groan out of
Tiffany's new friend.

Feeling her resolve begin to weaken, I threw as many nipple punches as I
could. I begin swinging my tits from side to side, forcing my nips to batter
hers, and loving the feel as it seemed to soften them with each pass. I looked
at Sarah's face, and she was full of frustration and pain. I added more with a
few more well placed blows. The new girl gamely fought back, but when I pulled
away, there was no comparison. My thick nipples were harder than they had been
at the beginning of the fight, where Sarah's tips were already fading.

I heard Jon whispering to Tiffany and watched him cup Tiffany's heavy teat. He
was squeezing the firm flesh and I had no reservations in that moment of
wishing I were playing with the other one. I looked back to Sarah and reached
out, grabbing her shoulders to line our tips up. Her worthless nipples were
barely stiff now, but I had no wish to end the fight just yet. I began
slamming my own nips into hers, holding her throughout. Sarah's head rolled
back, but she made no other move to escape, instead thrusting against my more
powerful strikes. I realized then that she was inexperienced. A more seasoned
fighter would have stopped fighting and tried to escape, or tried to change
the trajectory of the blows. Sarah was still trying to meet my stronger
nipples head on.

I finally bent her tips on one of my surges forward, pushing both of her
nipples outward. I loved the feeling of my superior tips dominating hers. I
slammed them a few more times before lining them up. I knew this thrust would
flatten her. And it did. I felt the last peck of resistance leave her nipples,
pushing them inward, into her areola and her impossibly firm jugs. I grinned
as I felt my superior tips take their proper place on top of Sarah's.

"Ow," Sarah groaned. "Please, stop, Amanda. You win." I slipped away, letting
her lifeless tips breathe for a moment. I pushed it in with my finger,
watching as it bent and turned at my whim. I pushed it up and down and made a
sad face as my other hand joined in, pushing them both in. I grinned as I
reached behind Sarah's head and pulled the cute girl's head to my stiff
nipples.

"Kiss and suck your betters, Sarah," I told her. She looked up like some
innocent girl, and I licked my lips, cupping my full tit and hefting the
nipple to her. Sarah's mouth was gentle, licking and sucking my stiff peaks as
I enjoyed her attention. I knew I was groaning and that I was getting maybe
too into it, resting my hand on Sarah's as she lavished her praise on my
hardened tips. When we were done, my nipples were as big and hard as I'd ever
seen them. I looked down at Sarah, who was looking a bit shell shocked.

"Would you like to take a break?" I asked. She nodded, and after my victory, I
found myself feeling no shame as I presented my big boobs to Tiffany and Jon.
Jon and Tiff both watched as I massaged and squeezed my tits, keeping my now
hyper-stiff nipples on display. I noticed Jon's hand more rhythmically
kneading his girlfriend's heavy udder as I performed. Tiffany smiled as she
watched me, and I wondered what she was grinning about.

When Sarah signaled that she was ready, we lined up our tits again. I was
curious to see what she was going to do. I didn't have to wait long. She
slammed forward, and I felt her firm jugs invade mine briefly, my tits
jiggling all over my chest. I winced, my eyes closing briefly as the pain
washed over me, but when I came out of it, I knew I had to act. I thrust back,
but felt my chest pushed outward more than Sarah's. I couldn't believe she was
that firm, but my shaking tits were certainly telling me another story.
Another shot from Sarah sent more of my boobs all over my chest. With her tits
buried into mine, she seemed to almost dance a little, sending her tits deeper
and deeper into my orbs.

The little dance got me really angry. Already celebrating? I thought. When she
pulled off I slammed my right tit into her right tit from the left. Sarah, who
had been rearing for another blow, groaned as her tit shook more than I'd seen
it move all night. So I swung from the left again, and felt her right boob
slam against mine. While it stung me, Sarah actually said "Ow," so I kept on
the attack, this time from the other side. Sarah, to her credit had
anticipated an attack, but her movement placed her tits right in the path of
mine. Her hard boobs made me wince, but Sarah groaned again as I landed a
heavy blow. She reached out for my shoulders, and I knew I wasn't going to win
a grinding fight, so I ducked my torso, bending at the waist, and threw an
uppercut into her perky titties.

Her tits squished, while I felt mine spread out more, and I pulled away even
as I saw the pain register on Sarah's face. Sarah again fought back, this time
with a straight thrust forward. The surprise forced the air out of me in a
hiss. I felt my tits pushed backwards as her firm breast tried to burrow into
mine. I winced, but pushed my tits up and over Sarah's, ignoring the whispers
from the bed as I grabbed Sarah's shoulders.

"Hold still a sec," I told her. While Tiff and Jon played grope session, I did
my best to finish Sarah off standing on my toes for a second before slamming
down, forcing my tits onto hers. I pushed down, through and over Sarah's perky
jugs as I came back up with a big uppercut, forcing a strange sigh out of her.
But more importantly, I felt her tits loosen and break as I forced her perky
udders towards her face. I relished the feeling first on an individual level.
I realized that her beaten nips were pointing at my shoulder now; Sarah's
perky boobs had been beaten. I felt her tits' resistance break and the flesh
wilt as I continued upward. Her tits jiggled and shook as I pulled back,
softer and more malleable than they had been. Sarah's face was tired and
defeated. She knew, I realized. So I didn't think it would be a surprise when
I thrust my tits into hers.

Sarah's tits ballooned outward as mine did, their firmness gone. I shoved and
shimmied gently, making sure that Sarah saw everything. "Oh fuck," she said,
"shit that hurts." Her tenderized sacks were shaking all over as I used my own
powerful orbs to push her udders around.

"Watch your loser tits flop, Sarah," I told her. Sarah looked down, unable to
hide the fear and distress from her face, but I noticed that she kept her eyes
on her softened boobs. I cupped my left tit, and to show how weakened her
pathetic udders were, I began slapping them with my victorious boob. It was
rewarding to see Sarah's formerly firm tits bend and dent, pushed in at the
whim of my superior jugs. I glanced over at Jon and Tiffany. Tiffany's big tit
was out, Jon's hand kneading and tweaking her. Tiff seemed to be enjoying the
show, so I switched to my right tit, battering Sarah's destroyed titflesh some
more. I loved the feel of her pliant flesh slipping around my larger boobs,
and wondered what she was thinking as she watched her firm tits pulverized.

I shrugged, then looked to Sarah's face. She still looked down at where our
tits were meeting, and I gently pushed in to remind her of her tits' failure.
I could feel my breathing quicken as I regained my confidence, and felt a
satisfying tingle escape from my tits to my pussy. "Are you going to tell me
something, Sarah," I said. Sarah grunted at me, nodding as she looked away
from our boobs and to my face.

"Yeah. Your tits are so much better than my loser boobs," she said. Her voice
seemed distant, and she was almost looking at me; I could tell there was a
disconnect. To help her out, I lifted my sore, but triumphant left boob,
cupping my orb for her.

The girl could suck a tit, I realized as she inhaled my boob. She started
slow, but soon I released my breast, enjoying the fact that it didn't fall
because Sarah was sucking it so hard. I loved the feeling of Sarah's tongue
basting my nipple even as she gently alternated the pressure of the suction.
"Yeah, Sarah," I groaned. "Suck my big, winning, tit." And she did, taking
even more of my fleshy globe into her mouth. I finally pulled her head away. I
heard my breast slap against my chest, and immediately forced Sarah's head to
my other boob. My left nipple was throbbing from the treatment that Sarah had
lavished on it, and the feeling in both nipples seemed to intensify as she
worked on my right tit. Through the haze, I remember the humiliation Tiff had
heaped on me. Since I couldn't take it out on Tiff, I took it out on her
champion.

"I loved crushing your perky boobs, Sarah. Can you shake them for me." I
couldn't believe that she didn't stop sucking my big boobs as she reached down
and cupped her formerly firm tits. They jiggled and wobbled all over her chest
as she kept feasting on my jugs. I couldn't hold back; I loved tits, I
realized, and needed to feel the damage I'd wrought.

I cupped her tits from the side and shook them, watching the flesh wave and
ripple, bouncing and pulsating far more than they had been before I'd taken
them down. I let her boobs slip and slide over and through my hands, but it
was apparent this was one of her first fights, so I held back and let go.
She'd been a good sport, and I really wanted to go to my room.

"That was fun, Sarah," I told her. Sarah stood quickly, and I smiled at her.
"Maybe we can do it again sometime." I looked at Jon, wondering if he wanted
more, but after a moment left, sliding my shirt over my braless jugs again.

On the way back to my room, I wondered why I was looking to Jon at the end,
why I expected he would be eager to add more to the deal. He hadn't, so I
left.

When I reached my room, I stripped, opened my drawer and pulled out my
vibrator. I made sure the door was locked, and laid down in my bed. I gently
cupped my tender tit and tweaked my still-stiff nipples as I came. As I came
down from the orgasm, my mind flashed back to watching the new girl's tits
shaking as she was ordered to cup her own tits while servicing mine. I don't
know how long the vibrator had been in my pussy before I realized it, but
seeing Sarah's submission in my mind's eye guaranteed another climax. I hoped
no one heard me, and found myself drifting off to sleep with visions of more
girls lapping at my tits.

When I woke up the next morning, my tits were sore, but I was grinning. I
gathered my things for a relaxing shower and threw on my robe. I whistled as I
walked, pretty high on things after my victory. I was alone in the shower for
a while, and washed up, relaxing as the warm water seemed to help soothe my
aching boobs. It felt nice to win, and I was looking forward to seeing Tiffany
later on to ask her what she thought.

I didn't have to wait long. I ran into her on campus, just outside the
cafeteria, and she waved me down.

"Hey, thanks for that last night," she said, reaching out for a hug. I
embraced her and felt her shift so her tits were on top of mine again. Her
heavy jugs laid into mine as we embraced, and some of the smile edged off my
face, but not too much. She held me for a second and looked at me
meaningfully, but she was still grinning.

"Yeah, I made a bad bet," she said, whispering conspiratorially.

"You bet on Sarah?" I asked, incredulous. Tiffany grinned.

"You felt her perky little tits," Tiffany said quietly. "I thought she'd grind
you flat."

"But I battered her perky tits," I said, quietly as well. "So what was the
bet?" I asked.

"I have to go to dinner with Jon without a bra on," she told me. I shrugged.

"That doesn't seem so bad," I offered. Tiffany grinned.

"Not terrible. But since you're the reason I lost the bet I need to think of
some suitable punishment," she told me. I must have looked shocked.

"What? Remember what you told me," she said and walked away. I knew, of
course, exactly what she meant.

"You own me," I said to myself, somehow still surprised by the fact that it
was true. I wondered if I could change it up by beating her. As soon as the
thought entered my mind, I remembered Tiffany's offer for a rematch. I grinned
as I thought of beating her, but then remembered how she destroyed me over the
summer. She was pretty merciful at the end. I shook my head clear and went to
class.

The next two or three days went well. I aced two tests and finished a project
with Chris, who only mentioned that I hadn't called once with a cool grin. I
told him I'd probably call him after school settled down. When he heard about
my schedule he sympathetically looked at my tits.

"That sounds horrible," he said, his eyes dropping to my tight t-shirt. I
shook my head, but felt like he was being honest. Guys just liked boobs. I
shrugged and asked how he was doing. We chatted for a bit then went off, but I
felt like I should give him a shot.

On Friday morning, I woke up at three a.m to a text from Tiffany. I had no
idea what was going on.

"Can you make it to my room?" The text asked. I grumbled about the time for a
second, but figured if she sent the message that early, she had a reason.

I rolled out of bed and marched down the hall. I was wearing a pair of
incredibly short (but fashionably comfortable) shorts, and a thin, worn
t-shirt. When I came to the door, it was already open. Tiffany was sitting on
her bed.

"Close the door," she said. Her eyes looked tired.

"Everyone's asleep," I told her. "You know, like me."

"Not everyone," Tiff said. "And I believe you and I have some unfinished
business." I swallowed, but closed the door behind me.

"Lock it," Tiffany ordered.

"Remember what I said would happen if you won the fight?" she asked. I nodded.
"Well, you won, Amanda. And I woke you up to talk about your reward." I looked
relieved.

"I didn't want anyone else hearing about this, and I finally figured out what
to get you." She patted the bed next to her. As tired as I was, I didn't mind
accepting. Tiffany draped her left arm around my shoulder. She reached down
and let her fingers rest on the top swell of my left breast. I looked down,
then back to Tiffany. She smiled. "You are so hot," Tiffany whispered. I felt
myself leaning in for a kiss when Tiffany pulled back.

"Straight my ass," she said, laughing. I was shocked, and immediately furious.
I almost stood but felt Tiffany's strong arm pull me back, and suddenly her
lips were on mine in a sensuous, soulful kiss. I felt sparks flood my brain as
she worked me over, and my struggles immediately ceased. I felt her hand
roughly stretch and twist my breasts, shaking them and jiggling as she forced
me onto my back. She pulled away after another few minutes of the kiss, her
nipples poking through her nightshirt like daggers. My own tits had flattened
as I was pushed onto the bed, but as Tiffany pulled me up, their natural
roundness and fullness returned.

"Good job on the fight," Tiffany said.

I shot up suddenly, and saw 5:40 on the alarm. "Only a dream," I told myself,
though my hand drifted to my drawer once more. I was not quite late for class
that morning.

I hated the dream, but thankfully none of those thoughts had filtered in as I
went about my day. After my last class (which finished at noon on Friday), I
made my way to the student union. I had grabbed my lunch and sat down when I
heard a familiar voice behind me.

Jon and Tiffany were both eating lunch. I wondered if I should say "Hi" and
interrupt, when Tiffany called me over.

"Don't eat alone Amanda," she said, laughing. I grinned and sat down.

"So where'd you decide to go on your date?" I asked Tiffany. Tiffany's jaw
dropped, and I knew I'd surprised her. I also wondered if she'd add to the
punishment.

Thankfully, Jon seemed to distract her by answering as smoothly as he could.
"We're going out for a nice meal, and then a good movie. The old dinner and
date," he said apologetically. I grinned and winked at Tiffany.

She winked back, but shook her head slightly, and the grin she was wearing was
not necessarily nice. I wondered how much my insolence would add to her
punishment and quickly stopped pressing. I did let my eyes rest on her shirt,
which was rather demure. She was wearing a tank-top under a pretty green
button-up blouse. When I looked up, Tiffany winked again, a teasing grin on
her face as she caught me glancing down.

"So how has your week been?" Jon asked. I told him about the busy schedule,
but left out the titfight, as he had been there.

"How has yours been?" Jon nodded.

"Enlightening," he said. Tiffany snickered, but then he looked directly at me.
"I never got to congratulate you on your win," He said generously. His eyes
flickered to my boobs for a moment. I felt myself blush just a bit. He seemed
different, as though something had changed. He was more confident, carrying
himself with a bit more swagger. Even his voice reflected it.

"Oh, I've got something for you back at the house, Amanda. Your reward for
services rendered. I've also got another mission, should you choose to accept
it." We all laughed a bit, and I found it much easier to talk to and engage
with both Jon and Tiff outside of our little circle. As we ate, we discussed
majors, classes, and school. I asked a bit about Jon, because I knew him the
least. He seemed really interested in hearing about me.

It was the first time I felt like Tiffany was a bit of a friend. I knew, every
time she glanced over me with those predatory eyes, that I was still her
little trophy, but at least in this setting we were talking. Soon the food was
gone and the weekend was upon us.

I knew Tiffany had a meeting Saturday, so I thought I was home free. She and
Jon whispered together as I gathered my things. "Amanda," Tiffany called just
as I slid my books under my arm. "Meet me in my room Sunday at four o'clock.
Can you get there?" I sighed, nodding.

"Yeah," I sighed again.

I went home, and not realizing how exhausted I was, fell right asleep. The
weekend after Halloween was apparently the weekend that the sorority rested.
There was a meeting for the full-on sisters on Saturday, and I thought about
going out, but I wanted all my homework done. I stayed in, resisting the
temptation to go out as my sisters went to various clubs and parties. I also
had ample opportunities to resist any of my masturbatory practices, as at
least one of my sisters decided she couldn't wait to get into her room. The
sounds of their fooling around was a good challenge of my concentration. By
Sunday morning, I'd finished my homework.

I relaxed for the rest of the day, alternately watching TV or resting. I even
read one of the new books my parents had bought me.

When 3:00 rolled around, I gathered my things and showered. It was quiet in
the afternoon, and I enjoyed my muscles loosening under the hot water. As I
cleaned my body, I felt pretty relaxed, and was actually grinning as I went
into my room to get dressed. I pulled out some clothes, just a t-shirt and
some shorts, as Tiffany's request seemed to fall under her victor's rules. I
wondered if Jon would be there again, watching my tits swing under my shirt,
and cursed myself for thinking it.

I knocked on the door, and Jon answered again. I held back from rolling my
eyes as I knew he'd go straight for my tits. Tiffany grinned at me as I came
in, and motioned for me to sit down by her on the bed. I did, surprised that
Jon hadn't gone after me yet. He did have an appraising glare as I sat down,
his eyes glued to my braless boobs.

"Another fight?" I asked. Tiffany nodded.

"Yeah, Gina's been asking around for a fight, and I figure you're about her
size. Don't worry, you're still going to get rewarded for your win, but I'd
hoped you'd be up for it." I grinned.

"You know me well," I replied. I let my eyes drift over Tiffany. She was
wearing a hooded zip up sweatshirt that was half open, revealing her cleavage
in a tank top. Her big boobs were pushed against the fabric, and I couldn't
see the outline of a bra underneath the shirt. I traced the curves of her
breast down her cleavage, and I found myself wondering what would happen if I
challenged her again. Even after thinking it, I found my mind flashing back to
Tiffany's heavy, firm tits pounding mine away. I shook out of my brief
flashback with a start, to find Jon on the other side of the bed behind
Tiffany.

"I really do know you," Tiffany teased. I blushed, but knew I'd been caught. I
tried changing the subject.

"So where are we going to fight?" I asked. Tiffany grinned, and I knew she
knew that I was trying to dodge my stares, but she relented.

"Downstairs. The audience is a bit bigger this time." My eyes widened as I
realized what she said.

"Who's going to be there?" I asked.

"Gina, obviously, and Gloria's never far behind. Sabrina will be there, too.
I'd be smart and not bring up our fight. She's probably still a bit sore." I
didn't ask if it was a physical remnant. "Jon and I will be there, too."
Tiffany looked me over quickly. "Rooting you on," she added. The idea of them
cheering for me made me smile, and the idea of flattening another girl made me
smile even more widely.

We all headed downstairs, and I was acutely aware of my tits bouncing around
in my shirt. There were very few other girls around on a Sunday evening. Most
were out, most likely getting supper, and the few that stayed in were
studying. I was glad, given the show I must have been putting on.

When we got into the basement, I saw Gina and Gloria sitting beside each other
talking animatedly. It seemed a smaller crowd, but a normal one, until I saw
Sabrina at the camera, fiddling with the tripod. She was wearing a bikini,
some fairly ordinary bottoms, but the top was ludicrously small. I also
noticed a silver necklace with a gold padlock around her neck. When the
black-haired girl saw us, she walked over, her head down.

I'd never seen her so subdued, and as she drew closer, I felt my eyes on
Sabrina's tits. They were shaped perfectly, round and full, and the white
cloth stood out against her skin. Her thick nipples were the only things
covered by the barely-there outfit, and they were trying to tear through it.
She walked right to Tiffany who looked her over in several precise scans.

"Hey Sabrina," Tiffany said.

"Hey," Sabrina said sullenly.

"You look nice today, Rin." This time the olive-skinned girl flashed Tiff an
angry look.

"Thanks," she snapped. Tiff grinned.

"Oh hush," Tiff said. "You knew what kind of stakes I played for when you put
those sagging jugs up against my firm tits." Tiffany, I noticed spoke loudly
enough that Gina and Gloria heard. Both girls shot Tiffany nasty looks. "Now,
is Gina ready to get going?" Gina glanced at Tiffany and nodded.

"Good. Five minutes?" Everyone seemed to agree. Tiff took Sabrina aside for a
moment and I went to an empty chair and stretched a bit. I felt Jon's eyes on
me as I leaned forward, my boobs falling away from my body. He was insatiable.
But I found myself stretching those muscles a lot longer than I had been, my
eyes dancing to meet his. When I was finished, I didn't bother to try to hide
my nipples, which were poking through pretty rigidly. I grinned at Jon, who
for the first time, just grinned back. He didn't turn his head, and I knew the
look of confusion flashed across my face. Thankfully, I saw Tiff coming back.

"Why the recording?" I asked when Tiffany made her way back to me.

"Technically, it's a sorority sanctioned fight," Tiffany said. "Sarah's not
part of the sorority, so we didn't need to have you guys in here. We usually
record them." I nodded, wondering why the recording had me a bit nervous. Gina
was on the same size scale as me, though I'd never really taken a good look at
her boobs. My hope was that she wasn't as firm, but we were on opposite sides
of the mat.

Shrugging, I pulled off my shirt. I knew my tits bounced once, shaking a bit.
I stepped on the mat to wait, looking at Gina and Gloria. Gina's tits were my
size, but Gloria's were much bigger. Whatever bra she was wearing pushed her
tits up and over her bra, creating an obscene cleavage. Gina's shirt hung more
loosely, but still clung to the curves of her round boobs. Her nipples poked
through, barely noticeably. I waited on the mat for a minute before turning to
Tiffany. I was surprised to see Sabrina leaning over working on another
camera. She seemed to be focused on the technical elements, then sat down at a
laptop.

Gina finally stepped onto the mat, removing her t-shirt. Her tits fell on her
chest, and I wondered if they hung lower than mine. I'd already started with
the visual comparison when we both stepped forward. This wasn't a revenge
fight, and I didn't know Gina all that well. Most of the pledges hadn't been
able to interact with the older girls outside of meetings because of hectic
schedules, and even the Halloween party was more work than fun for a lot of
the pledges.

So there was a sense of mystery and apprehension as we strode forward.

"Nipple fight!" Tiffany called. Gina giggled and I couldn't help but laugh.
Neither of us seemed as intense about the fight in front of people as I had
been with Tiffany earlier or even Sarah. But Gina brought her pale, pink tips
to mine, and I looked down to see my skin tighten even further. Close up,
there wasn't a size differential, and while her tits hung lower than mine, I
realized they might be heavier. My comparisons stopped as we brushed our
nipples over each other.

I gasped and shuddered as I felt my sensitive peaks brush up against the
opposing tips. They bent and shifted, just as Gina's folded under mine. Both
fleshy buds sprang back to life as we made our preliminary passes. Gina
shifted her shoulders as I pushed mine forward, trying to get a shot into her
tits with my stiff nipples.

Gina was quick, and moved back, so I pressed forward, falling for the feint.
She speared my tips solidly, striking both my nipples with hers. I groaned and
watched Gina's cute face break out into a grin. I felt her tips burrow for a
moment before she pulled back, and surprised me with another quick blow. Her
left nipple pounded my right tip, forcing it up as she pulled back to land a
blow with her right nipple. I groaned again as my left peak was pushed left..
Gina had been in a lot of fights, I realized. I was hoping my experience might
be an advantage.

Rather than pulling back again, I thrust forward as our nipples were in
contact. I felt my nipple straighten as it slid over the top of Gina's right
point, digging into her areola. Gina winced, but fought back. Our nipples were
roughly the same size. Mine might have been wider, but there was no distinct
advantage from a size point of view. Gina's thrust put her other nipple in
contact with mine. I cupped my boobs to line them up more effectively and Gina
did the same.

Soon we were fencing. Our thick, stiff nipples dueled. My tips would slide
over hers, bending and flexing as Gina's were pushed in the opposite
direction. I couldn't tell who was winning, and looking at Gina's face, I saw
the same determination that I felt. I grunted as I pushed forward, driving my
nipples into hers. Gina pushed back, and both of our nipples bent against the
opposing tits. When we pulled away, both sets of nipples sprang back to their
original shape.

"I'm going to crush your nips," Gina whispered. "I'm going to flatten them."

"Trying to convince yourself?" I asked. My nipples hadn't softened much, but
neither had Gina's. Another thrust from Gina sent her spikes into my areolas,
and I groaned again. Her strikes were accurate, nailing the base of my own
stiff tips.

"Nope, just letting you know," Gina said casually. She chuckled, and I felt my
anger take over. I thrust faster and harder, nailing her tips at least half
the time. Gina's own blows were slowed as she tried to match my pace. There
was a light "thwap" with each contact, and I measured the rhythm in my head as
I began battering Gina's tips.

I was gaining some grounds until Gina shoved her torso forward and landed a
double spear. She caught me in mid strike, and I felt her nipples slam and
burrow into my areola. My own nipples slid over hers, bending slightly upward,
and the move interrupted my rhythm.

Gina took complete advantage, slamming forward again and rocking my nips. I
slammed forward again, missing as Gina pulled away and to the left. She pushed
forward, slowly shoving her nipples against mine. I pushed back, and our hands
immediately shot to the other's shoulders. We both looked at each other's
face, surprised at the synchronicity of the move. Both our tits fell, but we
slowly brought them together.

"I'm going to grind them out," I told her. "Your little nipples are about to
get softened and crushed, Gina," I said. Gina grinned, seemingly enjoying the
talk.

"I can't wait to feel those lips on my tips, Mandy," I bristled at the
nickname, but said nothing in return. I slid my tits over hers, feeling her
hardened flesh against mine. I ignored the sensations of both pleasurable
tingling and stinging pain as I concentrated on grinding Gina's nipples away.
I continued thrusting, enjoying feeling her flesh flick and twitch against
mine as the friction between our breasts slowed the passing. Each contact was
prolonged and more painful.

Gina's face was alternately discomfort and relief. I could only imagine mine
was the same as my nipples were growing more and more insistently painful. We
both slid back just enough to keep our nipples in contact and began swaying
back and forth. I was amazed at our mutual understanding of different
strategy. Soon our nipples were flicking and stabbing again. My spikes beat
against hers and we both were wincing and gasping.

Gina's eyes flickered down to our nipple duel, and I knew why she was grinning
when she looked up. My nipples were bending just a bit more. I stabbed forward
suddenly, forcing Gina back a bit, watching her areola dent slightly. I
stabbed again, and felt Gina's demeanor change. She slid her tits against mine
and started trying to grind. I pulled back, avoiding the move with a grin on
my face.

I actually felt my face shift when Gina slammed her round tits forward. My
mouth fell open as I felt her harder tips crashing into mine, and knew that
Gina's spikes had out-dueled my nips. Gina knew, too, and she let her face
break into a lazy smile.

"Sorry, newbie," Gina grinned. "But I want to end your nips." I groaned as she
began working me over. I even resisted, thrusting back, but felt my useless
tips bending and shifting under hers. Gina liked that I was fighting back. "It
feels even better when they bend because you're still fighting, Mandy. Keep
shoving those worthless nipples into mine." Despite the talk ,I did fight
back, and I actually flattened my tips against hers.

As I was struggling, I thrust forward, reaching down to support my tits with
my hands. As I look back, it must have looked like I fed my broken nips to
Gina. I shoved forward, and without any reaction from Gina, my nips inverted,
pushing into my areola as I tried to attack.

"Oh shit," Gina said, without mirth or malice. She was genuinely surprised as
I was. I wailed as my nipples flattened, dropping my tits. "Oh no," she told
me. "Come back here." She picked up my right tit with her right hand,
squishing it and forcing my lifeless nipple out. Cupping her left tit with her
right hand, she brought the two nipples together and began inverting my , then
slapping it wildly. Her nipple grew harder and harder from the manipulation of
beating my softened tips. Soon my nipple just bent and wilted against hers.

"Stop," I whispered. "You've won. Your hard, superior tips crushed the life
out of mine." Gina grinned, and pulled away as soon as I made my admission.

"Can I just do it once more?" she asked, hopeful. I looked to Tiffany for the
first time. She shrugged, but had a look of concern on her face.

"You won, fair and square. What are you doing to do?" I asked. I didn't want
to squelch, and with all my sorority sisters, I couldn't afford to be afraid.
But I know Gina heard the tremble in my voice.

"I'm just going to flatten your inferior nipples again." I nodded, holding up
my tits. I refused to show fear, or if I did, I was going to go through with
my stakes. Thankfully Gina was gentle as she could be, though she was
thorough. As I watched, she pushed both of her nipples into mine, inverting
them and burying her nipples into my areolas. It stung and burned, but Gina
pulled back after just a few moments. She looked at me expectantly.

"You know what I want, Mandy," Gina said. She put her hands on her hips. I
nodded, leaning over to suckle on Gina's hard peaks. I was embarrassed as I
felt her nipples harden even further in my mouth, but made sure Gina enjoyed
it, flicking my tongue over her hard flesh and even circling the nipple around
the areola. I kissed each nipple as I stood back. Some part of me was proud
that she was breathing harder.

"Wow, that was nice. I can't wait to see what you'll do after I flatten your
tits." I flipped her off, but walked back to Tiffany as Gina went back to
Gloria. Tiffany was looking at me sympathetically.

"Sorry, girl," she said, leaning in to hug me. As sorry as she was, I still
felt her dense tits push against mine. She shifted again, pushing mine aside,
and I whimpered. "I hope you can beat Gina, though." As I felt her tits push
mine around effortlessly, I wondered how I'd be able to handle Gina's set.
"We're rooting for you." I looked to Jon, who was smiling at me and nodding.

"I thought you had her there for a minute," he said. I chuckled.

"Yeah, I thought we were pretty evenly matched." Tiffany nodded. She pulled me
close again.

"Good luck," she whispered. I nodded, surprised at their support. As I turned,
I cupped and massaged my soft boobs, pulling at my nipples. They still lay
lifelessly on my boobs as I stepped onto the mat. Gina and Gloria separated
after a hug and I couldn't help but be envious of my opponent's stiff, perfect
nipples as she stepped back onto the mat. I wondered if I could flatten her
nipples if I won the titfight.

"You ready?" Gina asked. Her eyes were glued to my tits. I suppressed the grin
as I cupped them for her.

"See something you like?" I asked her.

"Pancakes," Gina shot back. I bit my tongue a bit as I realized I walked into
that one, and instead stepped forward in a challenge to the elder girl. She
knew that I wasn't going to say anything and was grinning at that advantage.
She stepped forward, too.

There was no ceremony as we pushed our tits together. Like our nipples our
tits were the same size, and I couldn't tell whose were firmer even after the
first contact. I was amazed at how well we matched up. With our hands at our
sides, we both pushed gently, her right against my left, and my right against
her left. My pale flesh, slightly lighter than hers compressed at the point,
pushing my tits both out and up, while her boobs expanded down and out, mostly
because my tits were slightly higher. I loved the feeling of her soft tits
under mine, and as we pulled back, we both nodded, rubbing our boobs.

"Your tits are going to look just like your nipples when I'm done," Gina told
me. I looked down at my barely-there tips. A flash of shame and anger forced
my face to Gina's.

"I'm going to beat those tits right off of you," I told her. Gina grinned and
we both stepped forward. The first real strikes were pretty moderate, but
there was a definite clapping noise through the room as we met. I watched as
our breasts melded together, shifting and molding to the other until we pulled
apart. Part of me still liked the erotic element of matching my tits to
another woman, but I realized I had extra motivation as I let my eyes flicker
to Gloria.

I knew Tiffany was watching, and I realized I wanted to beat Gina's tits down
so I could prove I belonged. I hadn't beaten any of my sister's yet, and I did
not want to be on the bottom. I turned to my opponent, and sent my tits
crashing forward. Gina's groan was easily the most satisfying moment of the
night, and the surprise registered on her face. I took advantage of her
stunned stillness, thrusting forward again to push her tits out. Her jugs
ballooned out, but bounced back instantly after I pulled away. As I twisted to
the left to send my tits across hers, Gina recovered and shot her own boobs
forward. I felt a bruising blow glance off my tits and winced.

Her blow interrupted mine, and she was able to fire another shot into my
boobs. I felt my own flesh indent and compress as she was able to land several
battering strikes. I knew our tits were jiggling all over, and that Jon would
be drooling as he watched. I found myself almost smiling as I thought about
how ludicrous it was for me to think that, and the strange look on my face
seemed to confuse Gina. She paused, and I struck.

The blow that hit Gina physically forced her back, and I reached out to grab
her shoulders. Gina grunted as she tried to free herself from my grasp, and as
she was wasting her effort on that, I landed a blow that sounded through the
room with a big "splat." I heard Tiffany gasp as I sent a similar blow into
Gina's chest. It hurt me, but Gina's mouth was open. Sensing a quick victory,
I lined up again.

Whether the move was born out of desperation or disciplined control, Gina
squatted and then stepped forward and up, springing with her legs and sending
her tits into the underside of mine. I felt my flesh swing upward, flattening
from the bottom and jiggling wildly on my chest as they settled from the
strength of the blow. I let go of Gina's shoulders and stepped back, shocked
at the burning i my chest.

Gina sprang forward swinging her tits wildly. Her left breast slammed into my
left jug, sending a mass of flesh across my chest. I thrust back, but missed
completely, leaving myself open for a shot that Nina gladly took. Her boobs
slammed into mine with another wicked strike. I felt my tits flatten again,
springing back to their shape. I knew I had to get another blow in, so I
watched Gina's shoulders. When she pulled back to strike, I pushed my chest
forward as though I was going to slam forward. When I saw her strike coming, I
moved to the left, and fired back to my right. Gina, off balance after the big
miss, couldn't react in time.

My right boob slammed into her right boob, sending it crashing against her
chest. I forced my sore tit over her right boob and into her left, grinding
away. We both grabbed each other for support and started slowly sliding our
tits against each other. I felt my tits fold and bend on the first pass, but
pushed forward and was met with Gina's yielding tits. It was obvious that the
blows we'd traded had tenderized our boobs a bit, and I'm sure everyone was
watching the mass of titflesh shake and wobble as we pushed each other back
and forth, trying to grind away the other's tits.

I felt Gina start to move almost in a circular motion, pushing my boobs up and
down and to the right and left. Her teats dug into mine and I pushed back,
thrusting at the center of hers. Neither of us seemed to pull an advantage
until I felt a shift under my boobs.

Gina pushed up, I thought at the time that she was hoping to push my tits up
and out, but I pushed down, and felt her tits flatten at the tops. My tits
forced hers down, and as I lined them up, I pushed in. Gina pushed back, but
there was no contest. Her groan indicated the sudden pain and my tits began
burrowing into hers. I licked my lips as I began pushing her big boobs around,
watching her udders bend and shift at my whim.

"Yes," I hissed. Gina gripped my shoulders and tried thrusting again. I felt a
malicious spark hit me as I stood still and watched as her tits splashed
around mine, pushing my boobs in only slightly as hers bent and folded around
my more powerful orbs. Gina groaned as I finally pushed back, forcing all of
her tits against her chest and pushing until they had flattened against her
ribcage. Her hands fell from my shoulders and rested on my hips as I took my
victory.

"I'm gonna flatten your tits, Gina," I told her. I made sure I caught her eye.
She looked at my face and I saw the war between pleading for mercy and the
acceptance of her defeat. Before she could respond, I took my rights, and her
eyes left mine to watch the last resistance leave her tits. My boobs first
burrowed in, forcing her flesh out, and as more and more of my tits entered
her beaten sacks, the ballooning flesh squished against her ribcage.

"Pancakes," I told her. Gina groaned at the memory and the pain of her once
proud tits being flattened by mine. I ground her in some more, loving the
feeling of her tits folding and bending as mine overpowered hers. There wasn't
even a comparison now, I realized. I pulled away to watch her tits ooze back
down her chest. "I'm going to do it again," I whispered. Gina pushed back
weakly, but I gripped her wrists and watched again as I shoved my tits into
hers. The feeling of watching my better tits own hers was amazing, and I felt
a warmth in my pussy for a distinct moment as I obliterated her pathetic
udders.

I pulled away to leave Gina dumbfounded. She cupped her sore tits, gently
massaging them. "I give," she said, observing the formality of the fight.
"Your better tits completely pulverized my useless bags." I grinned at her.

"Suck my better boobs, Gina." My opponent nodded, beginning to kneel. "Wait."
I stopped her. I looked to Tiffany, and to ensure that I was in good standing,
and I understood the rules that we worked under, I spoke as formally as I
knew.

"Under the rules of our house, I now have winner rights to Gina, right?"

"Yes," the girls all said, including Gina. She was looking at me very
cautiously.

"And I may share these rights?" I asked. Gina remained silent as my sisters
responded. I looked at Jon, who'd been eying the entire night hungrily.
Sharing with Tiffany would seem like sucking up, I realized. But sharing with
Jon might win some respect. I wouldn't let him touch her, but he could watch
and direct.

"I'm going to let Jon pose Gina. What kind of worship should I get, Jon?" The
stunned silence told me my plan had worked. I hadn't gone against any of the
girls head to head, but I'd stepped into an allegiance with Tiffany, who was
the head of the sorority. I grinned as Jon stepped in, looking at me warily.
Gina looked at me completely confused.

"Relax," I whispered. "He just wants to watch. I won't let him touch." I
turned to Tiff's boyfriend. Tiffany was watching me with an unreadable
expression. "Well, Jon?"

"Let 'em hang," he said, gesturing to Gina's weakened boobs. "I want to see
those jugs beneath her." I heard Sabrina whisper something and Gloria shook
her head. Gina looked at me and I nodded. She put her hands on her knees and
leaned forward to take my nipple into her mouth. Some of its life had
returned, but it still was pretty soft.

Jon looked on, his face impassive, though his gaze was directed at Gina's
hanging jugs. I reached down to palm them as Gina suckled on my winning boobs.
I shook them gently, trying to do the least amount of damage possible ? I
didn't want to hurt Gina, but I thought Jon would appreciate a good show. Jon
did seem to enjoy her wobbling flesh, and while I couldn't see it, it was
apparently a successful show. Jon squatted, his elbows on his knees. Because
I'd added the exhibition, I pulled Gina away.

"Thanks for the fight, Gina," I told her. She wiped her mouth and looked at
Jon. She nodded.

"You, too." She reached out for a hug and I reminded her of her place,
allowing my tits to rest atop hers. Her boobs flattened immediately as she
pulled in, and I kissed her cheek. She walked back to Gloria and Sabrina, who
hugged her and started talking to her. I went back to Tiffany and Jon, who had
quickly left the mat.

Tiffany embraced me. "Shrewd little girl," she whispered. I felt her tits on
mine and immediately was reminded of their density. "I liked that. I think
Sabrina did, too. You're one to watch." I grinned until she thrust her tits
into mine. I felt my tits wobble. "What would you like for your reward
tonight?" she asked. I paused, uncertain of what to say.

"Come back to my room with Jon and me. We'll discuss it there."