“Finally, the moment you have all been waiting for. Anri, aka the Oppai Dominator, the reigning champion in Japan is here today as our foreign challenger!” The announcer echoed over the loudspeaker. “And here today defending her undefeated North American championship title, the one and only, the Tittie Terminator, Scarlet!”
The small crowd roared like a thousand hyped up watchers. The fans were lined up against the walls of the makeshift arena in the hotel ballroom. The carpet was clean and soft on my feet. I had kicked off my shoes immediately when I walked into the room and was preparing myself for the big fight. The chandelier hung from the ceiling over the battle area, lighting the wide open space in the center of the room. All the tables that would normally be dotting the floor of the square banquet space were cleared away and the room was now set up perfectly for the battle of the year.
The bar was serving drinks to the fans and red velvet rope was surrounding the battle area keeping the fans on the outskirts. I stood in my corner, bare feet against the warm carpet and tight red yoga pants hugging my sensuous curves. My red silk robe hung over my shoulders and was hanging open, just covering my hefty, bare chest. My short blonde hair was pinned up and away from my neck and face. My loyal trophy stood behind me and massaged my shoulders to loosen me up as the announcer continued to rile up the crowd.
“This will be a spectacular battle between these two beauties. Our challenger has had plenty to say about our American Titty Queen and the trash talk has been brutal! But, can this Japanese angel hold her own in the ring with the bodacious breasts of our victor? It is time to welcome these women into the ring!” The fans cheered and my trophy pulled my robe from around my shoulders. My DD chest was exposed and the crowd exploded. My trophy man reached around me and cupped my breasts in his warm hands. He gently massaged my mounds, warming them and preparing them for a rigorous combat with a worthy opponent.
I looked across the banquet hall at Anri. She stood in the corner alone, glaring at me and my trophy. I had won him and he was mine, my loyal boy. She had talked a lot of shit over social media when she challenged me. And now, across the room, she saw my crowd of fans and the trophy lover that obsessed over me and worshipped me.
Anri stared daggers and mouthed the words ‘He is mine’. I had seen this before. The jealousy, the rage, the confidence. They all thought that they could take me. That they could walk in from wherever they came from and take on the champion of North America. The Tittie Terminator.
“Step forward ladies and let the battle begin!” The announcer cried out over the roar of the crowd.
My trophy let his hands drop away from my breasts and I took a few steps forward into the center of the room. Anri made her way into the ring, her petite frame getting closer and seeming even smaller. She was a tiny women, slim and short. Her black hair was long and impossibly straight with an almost blue sheen. Her pale skin was flawless and her face was nude without a trace of makeup. She was here to fight.
Anri wore a pair of tight black spandex pants that sat up around her tiny waist. Her black lace bra could barely contain her massive chest. She was a K cup which in itself was beyond impressive, but on her small asian frame they seemed almost inhumanly large. Even in her bra they bounced up and down with every step she took into the center of the room. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra with a quick, smooth motion. Her bra snapped open and the straps fell from her shoulders. She tugged on the strap and the cups popped off of her huge, hanging breasts. It fell to the floor and she kicked it back into the corner with her bare foot.
Her gigantic globes hung from her skinny frame and the crowd marvelled at them. I looked back at my trophy and his eyes were fixated on her. His mouth was open and an astonished expression was plastered across his face. I knew he was infatuated with this new, stacked opponent. But he was loyal to me, he would be cheering for me and I knew that he would be ecstatic when I came out of the ring victorious.
“You can do it Scarlet! Beat her ass!” He hollard after realizing I had looked back at him. His sweet smile was adorable and I gave him a wink before turning back to my challenger.
“You won’t be beating anyone’s ass today. Not mine, and not your cute boy’s over there. Because after today he is going to be on his knees at my feet sucking on these perfect, flawless tits. He’s mine after today.” Her voice was surprisingly deep and confident. A sensual melodical voice that made the fans whisper and blush. She had this act down, but I could see right through it. A sensuous voice and a confident swagger made the men drool. Deep down, she was a scared little girl that knew she could never come up against the all time champion titty fighter.
“You think so, do you?” I smirked at her and tilted my head as if condescending to a child. “It’s sweet that you think that. Unfortunately for you, I’m undefeated for a reason. They all come here thinking they can dominate me with their inferior chest. But, as you can see, these are my people. And, I cannot be defeated.” I raise my hands and the crowd exploded in cheers and whooping for their Champion. I laughed and spun around, revving up the crowd and showing her who was destined to win this combat.
“Ladies, fight!” the announcer shouted through the speaker. The battle had begun.
Anri and I circled each other. We stepped sideways and stared into each others eyes as we rounded the room. We got closer and closer, our breasts ready, nipples hard in the cool air. I stepped forward and Anri followed my lead. We inched closer to one another, each step creating more chaos in the cheering crowd.
“You know I’ve never been beaten. Undefeated in all of North America. Scared?” I taunted, only inches away from Anri. I smirked and lifted one eyebrow with a condescending huff.
“Ha!” Anri shouted at me. “You’re old news! These folks need a new Goddess to worship and admire. You’ve been fading far too long, and this is the moment you fall!” She chuckled under her breath and lunged at me like a jungle cat.
Anri slammed into me, her chest bouncing off of mine and sending me stumbling backward. My breasts stung for a second from the impact and my opponent chortled at my temporary disorientation. I quickly caught my footing and came back at her with an attack of my own. I charged with a throaty battle cry and she stepped aside, dodging my attack. I staggered forward, dropping down to one knee. I jumped up quickly and turned to face my aerodynamic challenger. She was feisty and quick on her feet with cat like reflexes.
“You might as well just give up now, your saggy old tits need to get the fuck out and make way for a tight young body!” Anri jumped up and down like a hyper child. The crowd ate it up, screaming and yowling as her enormous orbs flopped and shook. I felt my fans watching this young petite beauty hopping and showing off, and knew that if I didn’t come out victorious tonight that my career and life would be over.
“You will never understand what it truly takes to be a champion. Cocky and full of herself, that’s all you have.” I ran at her, watching her movements carefully. She stepped to the side just the way she had before. I knew that she had no strategy, she was all talk and only had a couple of moves. I anticipated her movements and stepped to the right along with her to come into contact. I was taller than she was and I let myself fall forward so that my tits came down hard on top of hers. Her large mounds were pressed down and pancaked against her ribcage. She made no noise but I saw her wince as her breast tissue flattened.
My weight knocked her back and she struggled to stay on her feet as I continued to step forward. My boobs pressed against her, running into her and pushing her backward. Her eyes were wide as she struggled backward. I could tell she wasn’t used to the weight that I had on her. She was the champion in Japan, where the women were of similar size and weight and where breasts her size were rare.
I finally discontinued my charge and gave her one last chest bump. She went flying backwards and tumbled to the ground. Anri hit the ground and looked up at me like a puppy staring up at a bear. I stood over her, hands on my hips and crooked smile on my face. I knew I had this.
“Get up, bitch. Not much of a fight when you’re on your back. Besides, I’m sure you spend more than enough time on your back anyway.” I snickered. I had no idea what kind of tiny bomb I would be unleashing.
Anri had a look in her eyes now like a rabid dog. She grinded her teeth and snarled as she leapt to her feet. She was like a wild animal and she wasted no time charging. I was surprised and thrown off balance by her attack. Her breasts bounced upward and I swear Anri’s feet came off the ground as she pounced. Her jugs crashed down on top of mine and the sting pierced through my torso like needles. Her frame was small but her boobs were heavy and dragged down my flesh as she landed back on the ground. I pressed my hands against the front of her shoulders to steady her so that she wouldn’t knock me backwards. I pushed her away and regained my footing as quickly as I could before she came at me again.
“I’ll never let a fat slut like you ruin me.” She hissed, backing up and circling me again. Her grin was made of pure hatred. She chuckled at me as if she knew something that I didn’t. She was fast, jumpy. She came at me with her heavy sandbags in her hands, swinging them at me like fleshy weapons. Her left tit slammed into my right from the side and actually knocked me slightly off balance. She swung again right away, this time her right breast slapping my left. My boobs squished together and her heft was enough to make my breast tissue tender with a single smack.
She kept coming. Left, right, left, right. I backed up, trying to take the impact of her massive orbs pounding on my tits. If I could survive this attack and regain my composure I knew that I could outsmart her and come back with my own attacks. I backed up, wincing and moaning at the tenderness. Finally I chose to use Anri’s momentum against her and even use her own attack. She was angry and propelling forward. I stepped to the left and Anri crumbled face first into the ground, her momentous airbags breaking her fall.
She let out a small yelp as her titties hit the floor, skidding into what would end up being a very sensitive mammary rug burn. Her rage had gotten the best of her but my globes weren’t in their best shape either. I could feel bruises forming on my poor, pale outer breast. This cunt would pay for the damage she caused my Goddess titties.
“Get up!” I shouted down at her. “You spend way too much time on the ground there missy.”
Anri climbed to her feet again, her face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She was tearing up, her confidence fading. She lunged at me and began to stab with one boob in each hand. A nipple battle.
I wrapped my fingers under my big balloons and took my advantage. Her areolas were enormous and stretched by her mass and her nipples were plump and thick. She could definitely use their thickness to her advantage but they were tender and I could pierce them. Anri jabbed at me with her full tips, but her breasts were so large that her small hands proved difficult to control them. Her nips dragged along my areolas and the dimpled flesh around my nipples puckered from the stimulation.
I fought back, using my smaller, pointier tips to stab at her sandbags from beneath. Her huge breasts spilled over her hands like a clock in a Salvador Dali painting. My nipple struck her left areola above her hanging nipple, I pierced her flesh and she cringed. I acted quickly, striking with the other nipple and scraping it across her right tip and making her gasp slightly. She immediately regretted starting this nipple battle, knowing that I had the advantage. It was too late.
I stabbed with the left, scraped with the right and stepped forward to force her back. Each strike attacked her areolas but missed her full, plump nips. I just couldn’t seem to hit her at the exact right time and in the right place to pierce her supple protrusions. I rubbed my sharp nipples against her, leaving her dark areolas red and sore until she finally realized that she could never beat my fleshy daggers. Anri flinched and groaned in pain and then took the situation into her own hands.
As I lunged forward to stab at her once more, Anri pulled her right tit up, jumping into the air and bringing her heavy sandbag down on my left boob with a loud smack. For such a small woman, the heft of her breast was unbelievable. The weight of her mammary tissue came down hard and the pressure created a loud crack that echoed through the ballroom. The crowd oohed and I cried out in pain. My tit was bright pink from the impact and before I could think of what to do she came at me with another attack. As she hit the ground at the end of her first strike, she bent her knees and sprung up toward me. Her other tit was hammered up into my underboob with such force that I stumbled backward and my own boob flung up, smacking me in the chin.
I was disoriented, thrown off. As my eyes drifted back down to my oncoming opponent she struck again. She parted her pendulous breasts and with an incredible force slammed them in on me from the sides. They contacted my outer tits and hammered them together, flatting my boobs together like two tender pancakes. I screamed and backed away. Anri followed, firing blow after blow, left and right, one after the other at me. Her momentum continued, she would bang my tits together and then hers would come down on top of mine with incredible power. She finally delivered a shattering blow, chest bumping me as hard as she could muster and sending me flying backward into the crowd.
The fans held me up, their hands carefully pushing me back into the ring. They cheered me on, whooping and hollering my name as they encouraged me to fight back. Some screamed for Anri and celebrated her successful attacks and others jeered, booing her and crying out for my victory. I looked over at my trophy and I caught his eye. His mouth was hanging open and his pants tented. He was actually soaking through his trousers with precum and he unconsciously rubbed himself over the fabric. I could never lose my beloved prize to this little bitch.
I tumbled back into the ring and Anri was there to meet me. She threw her giant knocker at me and instead of hitting my chest, her breast slapped me right across the face. A collective ‘ooh’ sounded from around the room and I was ready to take this skank down.
“That’s about enough of this little game we’ve been playing. I think it’s time that I show you where you belong, cunt. On your fucking knees.” I hissed, strutting over to her with one melon in each cupped hand. I could see the confidence in her eyes as if she thought that she had already won. She bounced her tits in her hands playfully, her tongue darting from her mouth. She once again leapt up into the air, coming down on me like the hammer of Thor. This time, however, she wouldn’t come in contact with my supple breasts.
I pointed my nipples up and braced for the impact. Her boobs came down and banged into mine, but this time something happened that she hadn’t expected. With a stroke of luck and a bit of skill I had managed to pierce both of her engorged nipples with mine. My small, dagger-like tips buried directly into the center of her swollen nipples and the sensitivity got the better of her.
“Fucking shit!” She cried out, pulling away. My small, dangerous protrusions were like needles puncturing her tender, full tips. I didn’t waste any time and I jumped back in front of her while she clutched her stinging chest. I slammed my tits into hers from the side and surprised her. She released her chest and stumbled back in shock. Her boobs hung from her tiny frame and I had to crouch down to pierce her again. I pointed my tits upward and once again buried my tiny nipples straight into the center of her fleshy bulbs.
“Take it bitch!” I shouted as her eyes widened.
“Fucking cunt!” She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to pull away. I wouldn’t let her escape, though. Once I had pierced her nipples I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her tight. The first bear hug of the battle would soon be her last. I squeezed her, our bodies strangely far apart because of the mass of breast tissue between us. My nipples dug inside hers and she screamed, clawing at the back of her neck trying to pry my fingers apart and free herself. There was no way she could get out, my grip was tight and she was so sensitive from the piercing pain in her tips that she could barely move her arms.
“Submit!” I shouted in her face as she flailed.
“No no no, I can’t!” Her fingernails stuck into my shoulders but she couldn’t get a good grip with my bear hug holding her arms at her sides. She struggled and fought, the look in her eyes would have been heartbreaking if it wasn’t so satisfying.
“Submit you little slut!” I whispered to her, a victorious grin plastered across my face. I gave her one final squeeze within my bear hug and crushed her enormous tits, my nips creating painful indents. She held out as long as she could but the pain and the humiliation got to her. The fans watched as our round tits pressed together and we both groaned and gasped. Our brows were dripping with sweat and our bodies writhed together so close and tight. We grunted, our breath heavy and warm on each others faces. Finally, my fierce opponent gave in to my superior globes.
“Aah! Fine!” She bellowed. “I give, I give! I submit!” She continued to struggle and try to break free. I needed to really make her believe it.
“You submit, to whom?” I flashed a devilish smirk and awaited her submission to me. She looked into my eyes and went limp in my arms.
“I submit to you, Scarlet. I-“ she swallowed hard and gritted her teeth. “I submit to your champion titties.” Her voice cracked and a tear rolled down her cheek. She was mine.
“Now that, my little titty bitch, is how it’s done.” I chuckled and released her from my grip. She collapsed to the ground in a pathetic heap. The crowd roared and cheered for my victory. They chanted my name over and over and screamed ‘finish her’ from the sidelines. I looked down at her as she laid on the floor weeping and rubbing her sore, red breasts.
I looked up now to see my trophy man standing in the corner. His pants were unzipped and his hard, throbbing cock was pulled out and in his hand. He was stroking himself and wore a wide, joyful smile on his face. He was practically giddy watching my success and his cock was leaking precum as he stared at us. I gestured for him to approach and he immediately ran towards me.
“Scarlet, congratulations! I knew you would come out victorious!” He praised me, staring down at my bruised chest. Anri looked up at us, envious and alone. I winked at her and pulled my prize close, kissing him hard and making her watch. I reached down and caressed his length, teasing my victim and enjoying my reward.
“Come, baby.” I took his hand and stood in front of Anri. “Time to truly submit.” I told her, presenting my boobs for worship.
“Please, don’t make me do it. You’ve won.” She begged from her comforting spot on the floor. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, my voice commanding and my tits hanging in front of her face.
“Get on your knees and show these men what a loser you truly are.” I taunted her. She knew that she had to do it. That she had lost and there was no other choice but to submit to her titty Queen. Anri crawled to her knees, sobbing and sniffing. She knelt at my feet and wiped her tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. She looked up at me and prepared to worship her Goddess.
“I submit to you, Scarlet.” She repeated. I leaned down and she strained to reach my perfect, superior tits. She took my left nipple in her mouth and shut her eyes tight as she began to suckle on me. She sucked in my tip and gently massaged the other with her hand. My trophy jerked his cock furiously as he watched this take place. I placed my hand on on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair.
“That’s right sweety. It’s time to grace these breasts with a creamy treat and give our little loser what she deserves.” I pulled him forward and the look on his face became twisted with pleasure. He moaned loudly as he released, his juices streaming from his cock and stringing across my chest.
Anri whimpered as cum drenched her face. Her lips were suctioned tight around my nipples and her eyes were shut as my trophy cock squirted all over both my breasts and my opponents crying, puffy face. I got exactly what I deserved, and so did she.
“That’s right baby. All that cum is for me. You’re just a whore with a dirty facial and champion tits in her mouth. Don’t you ever forget who the real Queen is.” I told her, pulling my nipple from her lips and leaving her kneeling on the floor covered in cum and filled with shame.
I kissed my trophy again and turned around. He pulled my robe up around my shoulders and wrapped his arms around me. His hands massaged my tender breasts and he kissed my neck.
“You are the Titty Queen and always will be.” He whispered desperately, rubbing his cream into my skin. I smirked, looking down at the loser that still knelt in the center of the room with her inferior titties hanging from her chest, useless and alone.
“I know.”
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