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Megan Fox vs Rosie Whiteley (commission)

A short and sweet one for actresses competing for the part in Transformers 3. There's apparently some buzz about this? I honestly never saw the movies, and the latest trailer does nothing but confuse me. But the story was fun and quick! Enjoy!

It was all the buzz around the studios. Everyone in the business knew that they were dropping Megan Fox for Rosie Whiteley, and Megan was not taking it quietly.

"This is bullshit!" she insisted furiously, storming onto the set. Rosie was already there, watching Megan warily but still just drinking occasionally from her water bottle. Megan pointed accusingly at the small gathering of writers and producers behind the cameras. "You're going to take this ugly fucking blonde over me?! Are you fucking nuts!? At least I know how to do an action scene!" The writers winced. Clearly this would get ugly.

"You want an action scene, you bitch?" Rosie took the brunette by the shoulder, spinning her around and throwing the remains of her water bottle into Megan's face. With it splashed over the original star's chest and top, she snarled and grabbed Rosie by the hair. The crew was quick to grab the pair of brawling starlets and pull them apart, but they kept throwing fists and insults across the empty space between them. It was obvious that this wouldn't blow over easily, and they needed a solution. When some of the cameramen and co-stars started calling to let them fight, the girls were pulled outside while the producers talked it over.

The setup was simple; the women would fight it out in front of a small group of the writers and producers. The winner stayed in the movie, while the loser got cut. Both of them remained confident in their ability to take out their rival star. They each showed up in the small studio, wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra each for the fight for their careers. The two women were called over onto the mats that had been laid out for them, stepping forward with their bitter eyes locked.

"You're going down, bitch. This is my turf," Megan growled. She was still striding closer when Whiteley suddenly smacked her across the mouth.

"Maybe start winning before you shit talk, cunt," Rosie hissed at her, taking hold of Megan's hair and yanking her head down. Megan screamed in pain, only to start grunting when Rosie started slamming her knee upward into her tits. Megan finally caught the British brawler by her leg, pulling on it while pushing her shoulder forward. It drove them both down to the mats where Megan was able to start throwing some wide, wild punches at Rosie's head.

The blonde raised her arms to protect her face, but took a few grazing hits all the same. She shifted her attention lower as she looped her long legs around Megan's waist and squeezed her thighs together. Fox let out a startled shout as her belly was crushed between Rosie's legs, leaving her hands still free to deflect Megan's own attempt at an attack.

Megan stopped her assault on Rosie's face to redirect her hands towards her legs. She clawed and beat on the blonde's flexing thighs and knees until Rosie finally released the hold. Fox took in a deep breath once her body was freed, but Rosie only pulled back enough to send a double kick into her breasts while lying on her back. Megan was knocked back onto her ass, grunting as she clutched her chest and off-center sports bra.

Rosie got to her feet and advanced on her foe, but Megan Fox threw a punch for her belly. The blonde grunted and doubled over a bit and Megan went to deliver another blow to her toned tummy. Rosie saw this one coming and caught her by the arm, pushing it aside and using the leverage to knock Megan over onto her stomach. Rosie was quick to mount the back of the struggling star, grabbing both of her wrists from the rear and pushing them down. Megan growled and screamed at her, thrashing around but unable to throw her off.

"Get your fat ass off me!" Megan snapped, unable to back up her words with any real attack to speak of.

"Not a great choice of words when I'm right on top of you," Rosie said with a smirk. She grabbed Megan by the arms and leaned back, bending the limbs around backward at a painful angle. The painful pull not only drew screams from Megan, but forced Megan's upper body to bend upward. It forced her back to arch at a painful angle, with Rosie's bodyweight pushing down on her lower back only making things worse.

"Give it up!" Rosie demanded, giving another hard pull that shot pain through Megan's arm and into her sockets, all while wrenching on her back.

"No! Noooo!" Megan ranted, her voice twisting with anger and agony.

"Suit yourself. You just get to hurt for longer!" Rosie slid her ass further up Megan's pained and sweaty back until her legs draped over the aching shoulders. Rosie finally released Megan's arms, only for the downed celeb to realize that her blonde nemesis was sitting on the back of her head. Fox was grabbed by her hair, lifting her chin off the mats so her pained and sweating face was forced to look up at the writers.

"Let's show them the pretty face they'll be missing on T3," Rosie boasted as she started to steadily squeeze her legs around Megan's neck. The brunette soon gagged and sputtered, drooling over the mats pitifully as she grabbed at the ground in front of her, trying to pull herself free. Megan beat her fists on her opponent’s crushing grip, leaving shallow scratches along her perfect skin but she refused to let go. Rosie pulled up on her scissor victim's hair, forcing her head to stay up and deep into the V of her legs.

Megan coughed and groaned, her face turning red in between the long and powerful legs of her opponent. She couldn't believe how bad things had gotten from just defending her ego and career. She should have been able to bring down the British bitch in no time.

Instead, Rosie got to her feet and dragged Megan around by her hair. The brunette staggered along on all fours after her, struggling just to keep air in her lungs. The blonde brought her to the middle of the mats, well in view of the witnessing staff. "Ready for one more wild ride, you bratty little bitch?" Rosie threatened as she forced Megan to rise to her feet. The choked out actress leaned into Rosie weakly, allowing her to grab the listless Megan and drop to one knee. She shoved Megan over backward in an improvised backbreaker, dropping her upper back right across her extended knee.

Megan screamed in pain, her spine already aching from the rough treatment throughout the fight. Rosie grabbed her by her sports bra, holding her in place and wailing on Megan's stomach. The brunette flopped in place across her knee, driving her back into her foe's thigh and bruising up her belly. All the bouncing popped her breasts out of her sports bra, and soon Rosie had no problem throwing it away. Megan was bent across her knee in almost a C-shape by that point, so keeping her steady while her fist drove her into her belly was no problem.

With little more than a sweat from the workout on her new punching bag, Rosie grabbed Fox by the hair and lifted her up into a loose sitting position. "So you had enough?" Rosie offered, raising her fist with her free hand. "Or do you still think I'm not the action movie type?"

Megan shook her head dizzily. "No..." she groaned weakly. "No... stop. You win."

Rosie smiled as if hearing that was better than hearing she'd gotten the role. "Oh, I'm not stopping. I think you've got one more role to play in this little show."

Rosie dumped Megan onto the mats, letting her sweaty and bruised form flop limply against them. The blonde went over to her and grabbed the waist of her yoga pants. Megan squirmed weakly in a form of protest more than resistance, allowing her blonde rival to pull down her bottoms in one long, smooth pull. Megan was left in her panties, but even her underwear didn't last long as Rosie went back for those. She left Megan naked in the middle of the room while the writers and producers started snapping off pictures of the humiliated actress. Even then, that wasn't the end of it.

Rosie straddled Megan's body, the witless starlet putting up no resistance whatsoever. Rosie shamelessly grabbed one of the brunette's tits and started fondling her, bouncing her breast and roughly flicking her nipple with her thumb. Megan moaned uncontrollably, squirming in a helpless attempt to escape her tormentor. "Don't go yet. It's time for you to do a little trick for all your fans. Hope you're ready slut... not that it'll make me stop if you're not."

Megan let out a loud cry as Rosie plunged her fingers into Megan's pussy. It wasn't especially painful, but Megan hated how easily her body accepted her hated nemesis' touch. She was wet and her thighs spread easily with a quick push from the Brit's hand, dividing her attention between teasing Megan's breasts and pussy.

"Go ahead and cum, you little whore. You know you love it," Rosie mocked, pinching and pulling on one of Megan's nipples. She let out another long wail, shuddering as it was only made worse by the blonde finding her clitoris. Megan gave a loud and lusty moan, Rosie grinning wickedly as she focused on fingering Megan's hidden weak spot.

"There you go. That got you purring, eh, kitten?" Rosie laughed mockingly as she moved beside Megan, She kept toying with her tits and pussy, but it left the snapping cell phones to catch better pictures of her whole body. Her spread legs, her beaten belly, and especially her teary-eyed face as proof of who it was. Megan kicked and squirmed pathetically, looking more like she was throwing a tantrum than truly trying to escape. Megan's toes curled as her body shuddered, involuntarily humping against Huntington's fingers. "Look at her go!" laughed the blonde. "Go for it, bitch! Everyone's waiting! You're dripping wet already, you little slut, so why don't you just...?"

Megan Fox let out another long wail, louder and harder than the rest as she orgasmed in front of the flashing camera phones. Rosie kept pumping, forcing her pussy to squirt just to get around her roughly pressing fingers. Megan sobbed and shivered as her juices sprayed over the mats, finally collapsing against Rosie's lap. The British blonde laughed as she pushed Megan off flat onto the mats. "Told you she loved it! I'm sure she'll thank you for this opportunity later. But first, I think her mouth's going to be busy for a while."

Rosie stood up over Megan, stripping off her pants and leaving herself in just her thong. Megan shivered again, but it was a mix of dread and aftershocks from her bitter but mindblowing orgasm. Rosie settled her crotch on Megan's face, pulling aside the front of her elastic thong to mash her bare pussy into her face. Megan sputtered and tried to tilt her head again, but the blonde just grabbed her by the hair to hold her steady. "Keep squirming," she encouraged. "It makes you feel like an ugly vibrator."

Megan's miserable moans did send shivers up Rosie's spine as she started grinding her privates over her beaten foe's face. No matter how she wriggled, Rosie kept dragging her wet pussy and sweaty thighs along her lovely features. Megan gave a soft gag when Rosie planted her pussy on top of her mouth, her bush pressed into the brunette's nose while her mouth was full of the victorious woman's twat.

At first she refused to eat her out. It didn't exactly keep the taste out of Megan's mouth, and it didn't prevent the overpowering musk of Rosie's privates out of her nose, but it was some small corner of her pride she could hold onto. It never stopped Rosie from humping her face, though, smearing her wet sex over her as she whimpered and squirmed. She slapped and pushed at the British actress' thighs, trying to escape her humiliating punishment, but it hardly even slowed her down.

Rosie started to breathe more heavily and play with her breasts under her top. The onlooking crowd and crew whistled and cheered for her sexual punishment until Megan realized she had no way out of this but through it. Rosie was not going to stop until she came on her face, so she might as well make it as quick as possible. She opened her mouth, gagging briefly at the direct taste of her hated foe's pussy before she stuck out her tongue, feeling it slide against Rosie's clit. The fleshy tip was firm to the touch and the contact revolted Megan, but she forced herself to proceed with her submissive cunnilingus. If licking her pussy meant ending it faster and leaving this awful scene behind her, so be it.

"That's it... do it, you dirty little dyke. Clean my better pussy." Rosie seemed well-aware of Megan's surrender into her pathetic state, licking and sucking pathetically beneath her. Her lips and tongue kept brushing against Rosie's snatch until her legs tensed around her. Rosie grunted loudly and gave a few hard humps against Megan's face, squirting all over her face and hair. Megan choked and sputtered as the writers whistled and cheered for the big finish. Rosie stood up, her legs faltering a moment but clearly looking in better shape than Megan did. Her back ached, her pussy throbbed, and her head spun from smelling nothing but her opponent's messy cunt for several painful minutes.

"You better stay off my set if you know what's good for you," Rosie warned callously, grabbing her clothes and strutting back towards her dressing room.

The tabloids for the next day would be flooded with the various pics, selfies, and cameraphone footage of Megan's humiliating beating, making it more than clear who they'd decided to go with for the third movie.

Tracer: The Impification Logs

kind of my first time doing a transformation story. Found a pic of imp Tracer in my old folder ( http://imgur.com/a/u2aip ) and just started falling into place. Took me a while to figure out what exactly becoming a shortstack/"impification" would do to you, though. Pleased how it came out. Kind of something I refer to a lot, so posting it from the Patreon to here. Figure I'll leak some older stuff on here once in a while. If you want it all and early, check out the Patreon then!

 Username: Professor Winston
Log of August 1st, 2081: As if in celebration of my induction into Overwatch, I have been asked to assist with a young patient. Having survived some sort of chronological displacement, she appears to be unable to remain in a single period in time for more than a few moments. I have several theories that may be applied to "anchor" her to the present. I've been given her files for today, and they make for an interesting read until she arrives in the morning. One Lena Oxton, Age 26. A former British pilot codenamed "Tracer."
August 2nd: Lena is delivered in a shielded metal dome, the only means they have of transporting her without her "slipping" through time again. The subject (Lena) seems melancholy about her situation, though apparently meeting a talking gorilla does her some good. I am nothing if not a change of scenery. After some basic tests, I lend her the television from the lab, and am pleased to note that her condition does not have any negative effect on technology. This opens up several new venues that I think will prove helpful.
August 4th: Science triumphs! I have provided Lena a device that attaches to her chest that I'm tentatively dubbing the "chronal anchor." As noted on my schematic entries from yesterday, the anchor, in short, drains the excess "time" from around Lena and redirects it in a cyclical nature around her rather than through her. The temporal energies eventually burn themselves out while leaving her unscathed. She has even successfully left her dome and made a successful 5 minute trip around the lab. Her spirits seem wildly lifted, even with a few pounds of metal and what she jokingly refers to as a "time bomb" around her neck. I'll see about modifications make it more portable later. For now, she seems content with a run around the track.
I warn her of counting chickens. We're remaining optimistic, but it's best to keep her on the lab to ensure that there are no adverse effects of the anchor or her existing condition. Lena also insists that I start calling her Tracer. "Everyone else does, luv."
August 7th: Tracer has been a colorful guest so far. She asks about my work, shows excessively high spirits compared to her arrival, and shows an admirable sense of curiosity and energy. She tells jokes to fill the silence, as welcome a distraction as it can be. She also asks if I have anything better to eat than what the Overwatch HQ cafeteria offers. I'm proud to say that she wolfed down my homemade meatloaf and asked for thirds. I have to wonder where such a thin woman puts it all.
August 8th: Putting Tracer through a basic checkup, she appears to have gained 5 pounds. This is surprising for her current lifestyle, even if we just introduced her to proper exercise and rich food. What's more alarming is that she appears to have shrunk by two inches. I consider removing the anchor, but Tracer insists that she keep trying to use it. She gives me a big hug when I comply, but I insist that she stay under close observation. I at least insist on lightening the framework of the device. If she continued through such physical changes, it would be best to keep the device adjustable.
August 11th: Tracer is progressing in a similar direction as before. She slowly shrinks, and while her weight has leveled out, her body reshapes itself to accommodate the additional... er, bodyfat. Her hips and chest have grown by several inches, and her face is slightly exaggerated in its features. I suspect this is some kind of runoff from the anchor, but the exact reason escapes me. Perhaps draining her of her excess "time" has gone beyond her condition and is making her revert in age? Her mind remains the same, recalling previous days just fine, and her being younger would not account for an increase in her secondary sex characteristics. I'm going to need to focus on crunching these numbers some more; I've taken up Overwatch on its offer of several research assistants to tend to Tracer's basic needs, but I am sure to visit her personally at least once a day. Tracer remains in high spirits, showing complete faith in me. I don't even think she minds the changes she's gone through in exchange for her more liberated lifestyle thanks to the anchor.
August 14th: Tracer has become something else entirely by now. I suppose that's not really true... she's become an exaggerated version of herself. Her reduced height has made us replace her jumpsuit frequently, to the point where we resort to some advanced style of yellow spandex. It's become her default attire, as it will hug her figure no matter how small or curvy she gets. It's better than finding her swimming in her own clothes when she wakes up each day.
She rarely sits still, content to race around her room, jump on her bed, or play excitedly with a ball. Each time she shrinks, it's rather adorable to see her have to learn how to work with her chubby thighs and shorter legs than she's expecting. Nearly anything seems to excite her, and she laughs hard enough to fall out of her bed if something on tv grabs her just right. One of the lab assistants have pointed out that she's almost like a child wound up on sugar, but I've attempted giving her a healthier diet. Tracer wolfs it down anything, no matter what I give her, and it all seems to continue to go to her hips and breasts. She's gone down to 2 feet, nine inches tall, with hips wider than her shoulders.
The main oddity that's started to arise are her ears. The change was subtle at first, but seemingly overnight, they have grown to... well, elf-like proportions. They extend outward from her skull, each as long as one of my fingers (that's gorilla fingers, mind you) and the backs lined with a fine fur. They appear to be functionally identical, and I think my reverse aging theory is long-since dismissed. She has started refusing to answer to Lena; only Tracer is sure to get her attention.
August 15th; transcript of interview with subject Lena Oxton/Tracer:
W: "Lena."
*subject mutters while looking around the room*
T: "I told the witchdocta, I was in love wit' you..."
W: "Lena."
T: "An' 'e said 'ooh, eee, ooh ah ah-"
W: "Tracer."
T: "Hmm? Oh! Winston! Good ta seeya, luv!"
W: "You too, Tracer. How have you been feeling lately?"
T: "Bloody smashing, guv. Thanks for askin'."
W: "I... don't think you've ever called me that before."
T: "Di'nt I?"
W: "I don't think your accent was always so exaggerated either."
T: "Maybe ya weren't payin' attention."
W: "Maybe so."
*subject begins muttering again
T: "Ooh ahh ahh, ting tang walla walla..."
W: "Have you noticed any changes in yourself lately?"
T: "Oh yea! That sweet lady in the white coat gave me this cracking haircut! You like it?"
W: "It looks good. Did you thank her for that?"
T: "I sure did! An' I gave her a big hug this morning when she came back!"
W: "Is that what that was?"
T: "Well, yea. What'd you call it?"
W: "It looked like you ran up to her and started humping her leg."
T: "I mean, maybe it looked like that..."
W: "You left a wet spot on her leg."
T: "Well, she's right pretty, i'nt she?"
W: "Some could say so. She's not what you'd call 'my type."
T: "Oh yea!? Wots your type then, Winny?"
W: "A healthy coat of fur and good climbing arms."
*subjects proceeds to giggle and fall out of her chair
*subject laughs for another 48 seconds
W: "Are you alright, Tracer?"
T: "Bloody outstanding, Winny. You tell the best jokes!"
W: "Would you like to come up and join the conversation?"
T: "Nah, I'm good down here."
W: "Are you still willing to talk?"
T: "LOVE to!"
W: "How do you feel right now, Tracer?"
*subject remains halfway under the table, feet kicking absentmindedly
T: "Feels great! Bloody amazing. Everythin's warm and bright, and I'm surrounded by pretty ladies and there's lots of time to mess around."
*subject proceeds to start rubbing her privates while under the table, a look resembling euphoria on her face
W: "So you like your life right now? You're not upset with your changes?"
T: "Ears a bit big, but wotcha gonna do? Everybody's got somefin."
W: "Well, I think that's all for now. Were you ready to go back to your room?"
T: "Just a tick."
*subject begins to rub through her leggings faster and rub her thighs together
*subject shakes violently and orgasms beneath the table
T: "Thaaaat's the ticket. Ohh, the cavalry's here! Hoo! Okay! All set, Win!"
Aug 16th: Tracer has been showing an excessive sex drive recently. As suggested in the dialogue in my last entry, she has taken to humping as a sign of affection. She has begun masturbating frequently; after her first few days of using the anchor, she began to do so discreetly under her bedsheets. I felt it was a fine way for her to vent and didn't mention it, but lately she has been steadily increasing. She will rub herself through her suit rather shamelessly, as if she fails to remember that anyone is still observing her. These sessions are almost impossible to interrupt without physically intervening. She ignores subtle cues over the intercom (clearing my throat, asking for her attention). Even the assistants knocking or even entering to change sheets or clean up for her are not only fail to stop her, but she will watch them come and go with wide, pleasant smiles, even in between her rolling eyes or throaty groans. I have clocked her in experiencing over 6 orgasms today.
The one thing that does distract her is food. She gladly gobbles up a whole pizza in quick but tidy bites, not wasting so much as a drop of sauce. She ends up with something of a pot belly, so while she's distracted from both sex and food, I invite her to take a walk. She asks if Emily is around, but I inform her that she only had the morning shift today. Tracer's ears droop, but she accommodated me on taking that walk while we share some garlic bread.
As fascinating as her condition is, she does seem to remain upbeat, and in no particular health risk. Best of all though, my trusty log, Tracer and I took a twenty minute walk around the track today, and she didn't need her anchor!
August 17th: For the utmost clarity on the situation, I am granting temporary access to my logs to my Miss Emily Bell. My trusty lab assistant’s lab assistance has made caring for and studying Tracer that much easier, and I trust her integrity and enthusiasm to provide insight into today's events.
[New User access; Authorized OW Medical Technician Emily Bell]
I have been helping with Tracer for several days, and I will admit, she is a pleasure to work with. It reminds me of my work with the Overwatch K-9 Unit last year, but with far better feedback and even cuter. With the director's (Mr. Winston's) approval, I have engaged Tracer in casual conversation and kept her company during some of my shifts. I've grown fairly attached, and really hope she makes it through her treatment. Thankfully, she's showing increasingly good odds to do so.
Today, on the 17th of August, I was... surprised by Tracer. As the notes suggest, she has been prone to hugging and grinding on me during some of my visits. Clearly a mixed show of affection and attraction by the pint-sized pilot. Today, she was sitting in her bed rubbing her legs together. It's something I've seen her do a few times, and with the size of her thighs, I've no doubt it's some kind of discrete masturbation. She still greets me as usual (“The cavalry’s here!”), but doesn’t stop her activity.
Professor Winston has shown some concern with it, so from woman to woman, I sit with her and ask what she's up to. I was surprised when she said "Thinkin' about you, luv." She leans into me, praising and flattering me so boldly that I'm rather taken aback. Everything from "what lovely red hair" to a "big juicy bum." Somewhere in all that, she climbs up onto my lap, and somewhere after that, she kissed me. While uninvited, I wouldn't say it was unwelcome. Her plump little breasts pushed against me between my lab coat and I could feel her nipples already erect (she had requested to wear her anchor less and less when she's already safe inside her quarters). I like to think that Tracer was always especially affectionate to me, but she was just plain aroused this time. If I'd had the heart to pull her off, I certainly didn't want to.
I also like to think that if I were advised to stop by the observation team, I would have. Instead I let my hands explore her more intimately than any mere physical examination. I cupped her oddly large ass, and Tracer reacted intensely as she leaned further into the kiss. I held myself against her, squeezing her ass until I found my hands pulling down her spandex and stroking her hair. Her little hands quickly get to work on fondling my chest in return.
There is a kind of animal magnetism about the woman. Her sweet and cheery outlook is charming, but her openness about her sexuality and what she does and doesn't like is refreshing after growing up in a rather conservative family. With every move she makes, there is a delighted squeak or a desperate grunt to show her enthusiasm.
When she lifted up my shirt, her mouth went immediately to one of my nipples and sucked on it ravenously. It was unlike a child, because her mouth is bigger and stronger than her height would suggest. Tracer ravished my breasts with her mouth and hands so intensely that I could only think to encourage her. Her bottoms down (no underwear, as a habit), I spanked her lightly, but her plump ass jiggled wildly despite the fairly minor touch. Tracer responded with the expected moan as she leaned into my chest, the horny and secluded girl seeming desperate for any kind of physical attention.
I decided to help her as I dipped my fingers between her legs, rubbing her pussy from behind. Her mouth hung open so she could only manage to lick my nipple, but I could feel the cold air and gentle sting from where she'd bit and sucked on my breasts. Her long ears folded back like a sheepish dog as she plants light kisses over my sensitive chest and hard nipples, drooling over herself from both of her dripping openings.
At first I imagine that Tracer will sit and remain compliant until I can help her relieve herself, then I could go and finish myself. Maintain some professionalism. Instead, the impish girl suddenly pushed me over onto my back. She turned speedily around to face my legs and pulled down my skirt and panties in a few quick gestures. I couldn't see what she was up to past her own big, wiggling hips, but I could certainly feel it. Her lips and tongue buried into my privates, ears wiggling as she gave these delighted little hums like she was eating a particularly sweet piece of meat. Which I suppose she was...
I was left frozen with pleasure, but it gave me time to admire her body rather than study it. She really is a remarkable woman, no matter what form she was in, and her sexuality seems that much more focused in this shape. The thickness around her thighs and hips add more focus and detail to her privates, and I could see her dripping snatch and puckered arse when she bent over farther to dig deeper inside me. I certainly couldn't voice these thoughts, since I was far too busy screaming with pleasure. Her tongue was long and delicate, and seemed to know just how to dance around a clit and simply please a woman. It's as if she's built for it.
I decided to reward her by sliding my fingers into her blossoming privates. I enjoy her extra moans and overwhelmed curses that she drops, especially when I find her delicate little clitoris. I could feel it swell against my pumping fingers, smooth and soft like the rest of her body. I'll admit that while I was caressing her buttocks, I was tempted to rub between her round cheeks at the tensing little hole. Before I could get to that, she had crawled back down past my legs.
She pulled off her top, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were modest in size, but big for her build. I would say they were C-cups, with a slight and cute upturn just before the areolas that leave her nipples pointed expectantly upward. Tracer giggled playfully when she sees me admiring them, taking my hands and pulling them into them. Tracer seems to refuse to sit still; and even as she basked in my rubbing and pinching of her smaller breasts, she squirmed and caressed my chest and face in return, baiting me to continue.
She finally wrapped her stubby, chubby legs over my thighs. I imagined it was going to be another of her grinding hugs, but I could not have been prepared for what came next. It was something of dreamy-eyed praise to say that Tracer seemed built for pleasing a woman, but she showed me just where all the speed and energy in her short limbs came from. She thrusted her pussy into mine with such sudden strength and precision that I had to scream in surprise, as it took my privates a moment to settle from the practical shockwave of pleasure to sink in. She waited a moment for me to calm down and nod, all I can do to urge her to continue at the moment. Her strong legs and thick hips provide incredible weight and strength as she humps crotch to crotch with me, sending vibrations all the way through my hips with the impact of each thrust.
Tracer spent what I later found out was half an hour pleasuring me. I'd hear thick wet noises from her pelvis, and she made these loud, passionate cries of her own, but if she orgasms, then it doesn't affect her performance. Her little hands gripped and groped me while her strong, thick legs ground her clit into my larger one. She even overpowered my bigger body to roll me onto my side, holding up a leg while she scissored even deeper into me. I vaguely remember realizing I was in that position after I felt my drool building on the sheets, and seeing the ridiculous, fucked silly look on my face in the glass of one of the observation windows before I had the absolute biggest orgasm of my life. Perhaps it was the shame of being used by the short woman, or the penetrating impacts of her thrusting, or just not having a date in too long, but it all piles up into this incredible outburst of all that built up sexuality. I lay there caked in sweat as my tender pussy feels a strong but small stream coming from Tracer's crotch into mine. The scientist in me would wonder what it was, but I was far too... well, right and properly fucked to think about whether she was having one intense little orgasm, or if she was following some impish instinct and pissing on me to mark me as hers.
We took several minutes before she pulled back, tenderly licking my thighs and crotch clean again (or as clean as one can get from saliva). She climbs up onto my belly with her dripping wet crotch, leaving a trail over my lower body as she kisses me. I don't even care that it tastes like my freshly cummed out crotch, kissing her back and holding her there for what felt like and what I wanted to be forever.
I eventually left when her dinner time started to roll around to head for a shower. She followed my every step, like she was joined at my hip, but I assured her I would be back for her soon. "F'you say so, Em!" Tracer said brightly, hugging me around the thighs. "Love ya, beautiful!"
It's as bright and blunt as everything she says, and I couldn't help but take it to heart. "I love you too, Tracer. See you soon," I replied. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since... even after Professor Winston asked to do some blood tests to ensure that I wasn’t exposed to anything.
Username: Professor Winston
August 18th: Hrm. As I said. Enlightening.
The fact is that both are showing a clean bill of health. No exposure to chronological energies on Emily, and no unusual bacteria or mutagens in either of them. Tracer's condition not only appears to be non-contagious and harmless, but it appears to be a side affect of her initial problem (temporal instability) being resolved. The exact cause still eludes me, but it's my professional and official opinion that Miss Oxton is free to leave her facility, so long as she keeps her anchor within reach or on her person at all times. It appears to be just in time too: at the end of the day, Emily has asked if it was acceptable for the staff to date any of the lab's patients. I give her the good news to pass on to Tracer tomorrow.
August 19th:
I'll continue running research on the matter, but it seems that Tracer has stabilized. She's manageable, if strange, but seems intensely happy and healthy with her new form and her relationship with Emily. She’s officially free to leave the base as she pleases, so long as they check back in with me or the Overwatch technicians now and then. I'll be having to place the research on Tracer on the backburner soon anyway. She’s capable of taking care of herself, but my expertise in theoretical physics is being called upon for another member/matter. It seems that one of the agents called "Dva" had a close call when her mech exploded, exposing her to some unspecified radiation. Dr. Ziegler tells me that Dva should be perfectly safe now, but that she's been showing unusually... "impish" traits.

Friends Fighting: Cassanda vs Stephanie

another part to the story of the friends starting their own sexfight league. The difference with those one: the fighters just plain hate each other. No lovey dovey cuddling and good sportsmanship here.

Cassandra was still riding on the high of the action she'd seen in their little circle of sexfighters. Cass was excited when Lyanna informed her that she'd been asking around and lined up another opponent for her. Cassandra was less excited to learn that it was Stephanie. The two didn’t get along, even before fighting became involved. Then again, this could be the perfect opportunity to let herself loose on Steph. There wasn’t anything in the rules of their little contests that she couldn’t be rough with her, after all. She told Lyanna that she was in.

The three of them met up at Lyanna’s house. Their hostess was waiting in red and black lingerie with an eager grin on her face. Cassandra had arrived in a mesh top and jeans, and didn't have to wait long for her opponent to arrive. Stephanie came in a few minutes later with a zip up top and leggings. They were both wearing black chokers around their necks, and their hair came in a similarly fiery shade of red.

It was part of what annoyed Cassandra so much: Stephanie had a look about her that was a curvier version of herself. She had noticeably bigger tits and wider, more womanly hips, drawing the attention and irritable envy from Cass as soon as she'd entered. The glaring smirk she got from Steph told her that the dislike was shared between them, and Cass wouldn't have any trouble getting a little rough on her opponent. If Lyanna had picked up on the vibe, she hadn't said a word to stop it.

They would be using Lyanna's living room as their arena, with any of the more dangerous accessories or furniture moved out of the way. There was a black leather couch pushed against one wall and a loveseat made of the same material by another. The real item of note was the large, full body mirror mounted on one wall. The two girls were already cooking up ways to force a trapped opponent to watch themselves suffer.

"Alright, ladies. Strip down and we can get this started," Lyanna chimed excitedly. She was technically the judge and referee of the fight, which just meant that she'd be deciding when someone had won and enjoying the show. She was also there to enforce the extra stipulation they'd set for the loser: they would have to submit to being the winner's sex slave for the night. It was just one more thing to motivate the girls in their hateful struggle.

Stephanie quickly unzipped her top, stripping down to just her choker and black bra and panties. Cassandra sneered at the sight and pulled off her mesh and jeans to reveal that she had worn the same thing underneath. "You're such a copycat, wannabe," Cassie finally snapped to break the angry silence between the two of them.

"You're just mad because I made it look better," Stephanie grinned back, shaking her shoulder to jiggle her bigger breasts at her opponent. Cassie emitted a bitter growl to show how much it got under her skin and didn't bother waiting for any further signal from Lyanna. Steph was able to bring her hands up to interfere with Cassandra's, but the momentum of her charge made the thicker girl stumble backward. Cassandra's teeth bared angrily as she freed a hand from their lockup to grab Stephanie's hair and pull it to one side. Steph screamed in surprised agony, reaching her own free hand behind Cass' back and raking her nails along the pale flesh. Lyanna could see the lines of reddened skin like streaks of sunburn showing between the thinner catfighter's shoulder blades.

Cassandra managed to push and pull hard enough to toss Stephanie off her feet, dropping her on her ass near the loveseat. Lyanna turned to watch with rapt attention, seated nearby in a simple chair from the kitchen to let the girls have their way with the rest of the room in their struggles. Cass straddled Stephanie's lap, burying her hands under the cups of the bigger's girl's bigger bra. She instantly hooked her fingers to dig her claws into the soft, pale skin of Steph's tits, drawing an agonized scream out of her. Any of the casually competitive format that set the tone for Cassandra's previous sexfights was clearly being set aside for this particular fight.

Stephanie's cry of pain was followed by her grabbing Cass by her bra and pulling down. The garment barely stayed on, but Steph used it as a handle to start hammering her fist on top of Cassie's tits. The two grit their teeth, trying to outlast the other by dishing out and taking more pain than they could, but Stephanie finally shoved hard on Cassandra's chest. It made the thinner girl stumble off, but she left several nasty parting scratches along her opponent's breasts. Steph took a moment to cradle her chest before glaring up at Cass.

"Oh, you'll pay for that, you fucking bitch," Stephanie hissed, a bloodthirsty-looking grin crossing her lips. "You're messing with the better woman."

"Yea, well sorry not sorry," Cassandra jeered with an uncaring shrug. She moved in to kick at Steph's legs while she rose, but the bigger girl caught her foot and tripped her to the ground beside her. It was easy for her to scramble on top of the rival redhead, grabbing Cassandra around the neck and taking her bra to pull her up against her bigger chest. Cass tried squirming loose, but Stephanie sat up with her back against the sofa, pulling Cass up between a grip on her hair and one of her breasts. She locked her legs around Cass' belly, squeezing lightly in the awkward body scissors. Cassandra didn't mind that so much as she did the other girl's feet grinding and pushing against her crotch.

"Got you now, tiny tits," Steph taunted in her ear, squeezing and pulling at one of Cassandra's breast until it popped free from her bra. Cass' pierced nipple popped into view, and Steph pinched and twisted it without the dark undergarment to protect it.

Cassandra shrieked and squirmed in the grip, bucking to bang Stephanie's back against the couch. Steph kept her grip, but Cass managed to slip an arm high enough to start tearing at her hair again. Stephanie kept her face at an angle where her digging claws wouldn't reach her, but the pain in her scalp was still overwhelming. She finally resorted to biting into Cass' outstretched arm, the slimmer redhead shrieking and pulling back. She let go of Stephanie's hair, but drove an elbow backward to slam into her stomach.

The winded Steph had to let go of her opponent, and Cass was quick to pull her way out of her grip. Cassandra stood up, but rather than retreat and regroup, she stepped backward into her and shoved her pantied ass into Steph's face. She sat down on the sofa, squashing Stephanie's face between her bottom and the leather seating.

"Yea! How you like it, fatass?!" Cassandra taunted, making sure she was loud enough for the smothered Steph to hear. "Who's the 'real woman' now?" Cass wiggled and leaned into her hips to mash them against her bigger foe, and while she was blinded by the faceful of her black panties, she gleefully slapped and spanked around the bigger set of tits. "Looks like the only thing you're better at is making a better punching bag."

When Cass bent over for another smack at her tits, Stephanie reached up past her legs and buried her nails in the dangling breasts of her tormentor. Cassandra winced and froze, shuddering as Steph slowly raked her nails down her chest as if she were a sadistic dairy farmer. With her body tensed from the pain, Steph pushed forward and knocked Cassie over on all fours. Cassandra was too caught up holding and nursing her clawed up tits while Steph sat up and delivered a hard smack to her ass.

Cassie let out a surprised shout as she crawled forward a few paces, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. Steph straddled her back, standing over Cass as she pulled on the clasps of her bra roughly. After a few tries that grated the fabric against Cassandra's chest and shoulders, it snapped the hooks and let the garment droop from the smaller redhead's body. Cassandra spitefully threw her body into Stephanie's legs hard enough that she went tumbling over. The slimmer girl managed to catch the arm of the loveseat, softening her fall to just landing on her knees as her front half landed on the cushions.

Cass advanced on her while she shed her bra, since it would only get in her way or tangle herself up at this point. "That was my favorite bra, you fucking cow," she snarled, grabbing Stephanie by the hair. She braced her hips against Steph's fuller set to trap her halfway onto the loveseat as she bent her back and neck with the hairpull.

Stephanie gave a long shout of pain, thrashing to try to slap and claw at Cass' arms and thighs. "Let go, you flat-chested little shit!" Steph cried, getting pissed from the pain in her scalp as much as she was from hating that their bodily contact was turning her on.

"Why don't you make me, cunt?" Cass grinned at her struggling frenemy, holding her bent over the furniture by her hair and hips while she sent her other hand between her legs. She knew how effective an orgasm could be in these contests, but she didn't feel like making it too easy for Stephanie either. She started to rub roughly over Stephanie's pussy, mashing the fabric of her panties in between her feminine folds.

"Ohhhh, you dirty bitch," Stephanie growled, though Cassandra could feel her tensing under beneath her. She was able to keep up the assault on her snatch for a few solid seconds, but Steph caught her by the leg and threw herself forward. She dragged Cassandra off balance with her, the two of them landing on the couch with Steph loosely on top. She dove for Cass, who caught her wrists and kicked at her legs frantically to try to keep her off. Cassandra struggled to fend her off, but the heavier girl had size and leverage on her side. Cassie finally realized it was a losing struggle and instead reached under Stephanie's arms, grabbing and yanking down her bra.

Steph basically seemed to ignore as her bra was slid down off her massive chest, baring both of her plump pink nipples to the open air as she crashed down on top of Cassandra. She grabbed for her hair, but with the bra still awkwardly half-on, her grip was cut off by the tangling shoulder straps. Cass grinned and snuck in a slap to her cheek, but Stephanie was able to push her arm back down. Steph decided to settle for sliding further up Cass' body and shoving the enviable tits into her face.

Cassandra grunted and tried to pull away, jerking her face side to side. She couldn’t evade Steph’s overwhelmingly huge set of jugs, which soon covered up Cass’ nose and mouth as they flooded into her face. The trapped redhead gave an irate growl into her rival’s chest, struggling with all her might but the heavier girl keeping her down. Her breathing became harder with the thick and sweaty chest not only smothering her, but Stephanie raising herself slightly just to smash her breasts back into her as if she were punching her with her tits. If it were anyone else, Steph likely wouldn’t have bothered with adding the extra pain of her breast slam, but the grating between her and Cassandra pressed her to go that extra mile.

"Give up yet?" Stephanie demanded, pulling her chest back enough for Cass to respond. She shook her head as she gasped for air, Stephanie just smirking back at her. "Ah well. Your mistake." Steph's breasts were pushed back into the other redhead's face, but she planted her legs inside of Cassandra's thighs. She pressed them outward until Cass was spread out, making easy pickings for Stephanie to force her fingers down the front of Cass' panties.

Cassandra gasped and kicked, but Samantha still forced her way into her pussy and started to pump it rapidly. Cass shouted muffled insults and cries of protest into the bigger and bitterly hated breasts. She even bit into the soft skin of Stephanie's chest, but the bigger redhead swatted her hard enough for their hostess/referee to hear it.

"Shut up and take it. You know you love it," Stephanie teased. Cassandra moaned and writhed, but now that she'd freed her arms from her bra, Stephanie had her trapped. Cassandra's breathing became quicker as Steph managed to lock onto her clit, rapidly pumping two fingertips into her sweet spot. She hated how her bustier lookalike was trying to turn her on while still pinning her, and more than that, Cassandra hated how much success Steph was having. Cass found herself with no real alternative but to hump helpfully against the fingers, her only real way out of the breast smother.

Cassandra finally felt the bittersweet tensing of her muscles as she shivered all over, cumming over Stephanie's fingers and staining her panties. Lyanna came over to see the dark wet spot on her crotch and pat Stephanie on the shoulder. "Nice work there, red, but she came. Time to break the hold."

Stephanie pulled out and off of Cass, getting an angry glare from the sticky redhead. Steph just smiled playfully back at her as she took a few paces back. "Yea, you're welcome," she said brightly, confidence about the rest of the fight and pleased with what had happened so far. Cassandra wiped some of Steph's tit sweat from her face and sucked down some fresh air to take it to her in the next round.

After tugging at the wet crotch of her panties, Cassandra took the fight up to the next level. Rather than bothering with them distracting her for the rest of the fight, the pierced redhead stepped out of her panties and threw them towards Stephanie. Steph looked back at the naked Cass, who shrugged and held out her arms in an inviting challenge.

"Just thought it was getting stuffy in here," Cass commented sarcastically.

Stephanie smirked at Cassandra trying to play off her orgasm like it was nothing special, and slid her own panties down. She was sure to wiggle her hips to help them along and to jiggle her heavy breasts while she bent over in front of Cass. "Well I'd hate to be overdressed for the party," Stephanie jabbed back with her own grin.

Cass gave a dismissive snort, even as she eyed up Steph's curvy body. "I'm gonna leave your naked, skanky butt out on the street, slut," she jabbed, stepping up and pressing her naked body fearlessly into Stephanie's bigger set of curves. Steph kept her hands on her hips, allowing Cassandra to press her body against her frenemy’s. Cass's puffy pierced nips nudged and pushed against Stephanie's matching pair (minus the studs), and Cassie took some pleasure in seeing her bigger opponent wince a bit at the contact. Just because she hadn't orgasmed didn't mean that Stephanie wasn't enjoying herself as well.

Cassandra suddenly broke the stalemate. Their mashed together breasts created a slight gap between their hips, leaving Cassie room to smack her palm right against Stephanie's pussy lips. Steph gasped in surprise, the attack more shocking than genuinely painful as the meaty slapping sound came from between her legs. Steph jolted and backed away a few paces, but Cassandra grinned and followed her to lean into another smack to the crotch. She loved watching the curvy girl's body jiggle as she drove her back.

Cass feinted towards her again, getting Steph to jump and try to cover her snatch. Cassandra expected as much and lashed out with her other hand, smacking both of Stephanie's tits in one wide swipe. Stephanie gasped and tried to cover her oversized chest, but Cassandra reached over her hugging arms and pinched both of her nipples and twisted like she was cranking up the radio.

"AHHHH! You sneaky bitch!" Stephanie shrieked, and Cassie proudly noted some genuine pain and rage in her voice.

Steph shoved Cassandra in the chest, making her stumble back and end up falling into the loveseat. Stephanie moved after her, but the pierced girl lashed out with her foot. The kick caught Steph in one of her ankles, making her stumble into the seat while Cass slipped to one side and let her land next to her. While the bigger girl was trying to right herself, Cassandra grabbed one of her opponent's legs and pulled her to sit in Cass' lap. Her arms reached around Stephanie's sides to grab her breasts, squeezing at the rear of the bountiful flesh and pushing forward, groping her as if she were trying to milk her like a red headed cow.

"Let go, you skinny little cunt," Stephanie protested, thrashing around to try to get free. Cassandra wrapped her legs around her waist, squeezing the plumper girl to stay behind her and lock her into place on the loveseat.

"Not as fun when it's happening to you, spoiled sport?" Cassie taunted back. Steph clawed and elbowed behind her,  scratching or bumping Cassandra a few times but unable to break out of her hold. Cass continued to surprise her foe as she hooked her ankles over Stephanie's thighs, spreading them out and forcing the bustier fighter to stare at her own gaping pussy in the mirror across the room.

"Gotta say, I love the view," Cassandra taunted with a grin over Stephanie's shoulder. She showed a mix of anger and arousal in her faltering expression, though arousal took over when Cass bent her leg and stuck her big toe into Stephanie's pussy.

Steph gave a sharp gasp as her thick thighs were spread out and Cassandra’s foot toyed with her insides. Cass added to her surprise and discomfort by clawing across the front of the redhead’s bountiful chest. Lyanna watched with a broad smile at both Stephanie being put on display for herself and her hostess and the long shout coming from the trapped fighter. It was one that started in anger and pain but then slowly twisted into a sensual moan.

Cassandra found her rhythm between the raking motion on Stephanie's tits and the pumping of her clit with her toe. Steph was unable to look anywhere but right at her violated pussy through the mirror, her cries growing louder yet weaker until she finally came. Her hips thrust out against Cassandra's foot, squirting over the carpet and the edge of the couch as her pussy overflowed in her unspoken submission to the binding sexual hold.

"Alright! Point for Cass!" Lyanna cut in. Cassandra finally unhooked her legs and pushed Stephanie in the back, sending her to her hands and knees. The bustier girl rubbed her thighs, the muscles stretched and tender from staying in her humiliating position.

"Catching up quick," Cassie noted cheerily as she smirked down at Stephanie. She wiped some of her opponent's cum off of her lap as she stretched her own legs out by pacing across the room.

"Oh, not for long," Stephanie threatened, her fingers flexing readily as if already fantasizing about clawing and squeezing Cassandra's smaller but sensitive vulnerable curves.

Cass didn't keep her waiting. As soon as Lyanna gave the okay, she quickly approached the bigger girl. She didn't want to give her too long to recover, quickly and roughly grabbing her by the hips. Stephanie twitched from the pelvic impact, her clit still stiff from the fresh orgasm. Cassandra actually caught herself shivering as well as their tits and crotches bumped together. She hadn't cum as recently as Stephanie, but she still had one strike against her, and seeing her opponent humiliated in the end of their last clash had been arousing to her as well. Stephanie was freshly orgasmed, but Cassandra was also stirred up for more.

When they both snapped out of their brief pause as Stephanie grabbed the smaller-chested fighter by the ass. Her fingers dug roughly into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as she tangled her legs with Cassandra's. The rival redhead returned the favor as she pawed around Stephanie's thighs and ass while shifting her own legs between her opponent's. They were both caught up enough in their attack that they ended up both falling to the ground, wincing from the short but hard landing before they immediately tried to assemble some sort of sexual offense.

They had both landed on their sides, so Cassandra planted her leg behind Stephanie's ass and thrust her pussy in between her thighs. Steph braced herself on her elbows and mimicked Cassandra's posture, starting to bump her pelvis forward and meeting Cass' snatch head on. Cassandra took in a hissing breath through her teeth as her pussy tingled and started growing wetter.

"You've got the smaller tits, bitch," Stephanie panted. "And we know you have the weaker pussy too. You'll break in no time."

"In your dreams, fatass," Cassandra grunted, turning her hips a bit higher for a more experimental approach. "You're already leaking like a faucet. I can feel it."

"That's just your cunt crying for mercy," Stephanie grinned back, but her breathing heavy and her eyes going in and out of focus as the tribbing session started to wear on the both of them. Cassandra grabbed and pulled on Stephanie's breasts, forcing her closer while using her for leverage to add to her humping. Stephanie hissed from the sharp pain on her chest, grabbing one of Cassandra's pierced nipples between her fingertips and starting to pull and squeeze. Both girls grunted with effort and moaned in arousal, bouncing and bumping against each other. Cassandra took Stephanie's hair in both hands, forcing her closer still by taking her in an intensely wet kiss. Stephanie drove her own tongue back in between Cass' lips like a moist spear, countering the kiss with one of her own as they struggled for territory inside their opponent's mouth.

The girls became more intimately entangled as their crotches dueled beneath them, clits throbbing and mouths leaking moans and drool into their opponent's mouth. Their pussies grinding together started to create a wet and hungry noise, their hard nipples jousting for space between their pumping breasts. One hand remained buried into the other girl's hair, trying to distract her from her sexual attacks and press their own. Their clits brushed together and it felt like electricity coursing up through their stomachs and spins, arching their backs and winging their hips to instinctively hump that much harder and faster. They were struggling more intensely than when they were wrestling for position, and far more exhausted by the time they finally orgasmed.

If there was anyone who came first in this vaginal showdown, it was beyond their recognition. Their cum squirted into each other so that each of them felt their opponent's juices a split second after they felt their own. They gushed over each other's privates, swapping fluids as they leaned into each other for balance and barely stayed upright, even while sitting down. Stephanie's head rested on Cassandra's shoulder, gasping for air as she tried to blink the stars from her eyes. Cassandra breathed heavily, forgetting to swallow before she drooled a bit of saliva over Stephanie's shoulder and down her back. They remained clinging to each other until Lyanna came to tug at both of their shoulders, unsticking their damp crotches and sweaty skin from each other.

"That one looked like a double, but either way, break it up. You two look like you could use the break." She helped them both up and lead Cassandra to the couch before Stephanie was taken to the loveseat for a minute to rest.

The two were finally urged back up after the brief breather. Their cunts were still throbbing and they left small stains on their seats. Cassandra felt like the last orgasm hadn’t stopped tingling inside her, and Stephanie's heavy breathing showed that she felt much the same. They were both sweaty and tired, and Cassandra saw just how effective making the bigger bitch cum was compared to fighting her. Her goal was clear.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you when I'm done," Stephanie threatened, meeting Cassie's eyes.

"Why wait?" Cassandra scoffed back, lunging out and grabbing her opponent by the leg. Cassandra rolled with it and pulled, Stephanie nearly falling over but managing to stumble on one leg long enough to fall into the loveseat instead of the floor. Cassandra decided she could work with that, grabbing Stephanie's legs and forcing them open so she could bury her lips and tongue into the bigger girl's pussy.

"Finally," Lyanna laughed. "That loveseat gets used for what it's named after."

Stephanie gasped and squeezed her thighs shut, crushing them around Cassandra's head but also trapping her there inside her twat. Cass went on kissing and licking, feeling Stephanie squirming as the cunnilingus started getting to her. Stephanie started to pull on Cass' hair, adding to the pain in her dizzied skull, but Cassandra reached up and roughly groped the bigger girl's tits. Stephanie let a long groan escape her lips as her toes curled in excitement, growing obvious that the earlier orgasms had made her more vulnerable to another.

Stephanie finally parted her thighs and pulled back on Cassandra's hair. Her lips were wet with Stephanie's pussy juice, barely held back from going back for more. Steph took advantage of the new position by aiming and them sticking her big toe up into Cassandra's pussy. The digit pressed right up into Cass' clit, making the smaller girl gasp and fall to her side in surprise. Cassandra rubbed her tender pussy on the ground as Stephanie approached and stood over her. Cassandra couldn't react quick enough to stop Steph from grabbing her by the foot and pulling it to one side.

"Fuck... no, fuck! Wait!" Cassandra tried to hiss out her plea, but Stephanie planted the front of her foot on the pierced girl's pussy and started to grind it there. Cassandra jolted and cried out passionately, the heavy girl's toes pushing and parting her labia. She grunted and clawed at the floor to try to pull herself away, but the weight focused on her pussy was too much. Stephanie continued to rub her foot back and forth of Cassandra's slit, brushing varying amounts of her toes over the smaller girl's exposed clitoris. Cassandra was too weak and too aroused to stop her, and after about a minute she came again on the floor. It was her third in the night and it certainly felt like it.

Cassandra took the most benefit from the next rest, but Stephanie was also idly rubbing herself. She could still feel the tingle of Cass' tongue inside her, and she could feel the stickiness of her own fluids mixed with the slimmer girl's saliva. It made her move a bit more awkwardly when the next round started, but Cassandra was quick and eager for payback.

Cassie used Stephanie big tits against her, staying at arm's reach and slapping her swiftly in the chest at every opportunity. Her big jugs were red and render before long, and just when Steph was ready to block another tit slap, Cassandra reached up to grab her hair and pull her down into a headlock. Steph shoved and clawed at her sides, but Cassie used her free hand to reach back and start to rapidly finger the busty girl's slit. It was rougher than she tended to like, but Stephanie's body was too already horny to decline the attention. Her overworked clit stiffened against her opponent's fingers, even as Cassandra upped her game by sliding her pinky into Stephanie's ass.

Stephanie finally hooked an arm under Cassandra's and shoved her away, hissing as she rubbed at her stimulated ass. "Liked that, didn't you, slut?" Cassandra taunted.

Steph just charged her and tackled her into the leather couch, the two rapidly clawing and pulling at each other to try to land in their ideal position. Cassandra lucked out and got the high ground as she planted a knee on Stephanie's arm. She followed up with the second, soon sitting with Steph on her back and Cassandra's thighs squeezed around her heavy breasts. Stephanie grunted and jerked around, but was unable to break free from the hindering position.

Cassandra took her time with this one, pinching and pulling on Stephanie's nipples. The bustier girl gave out a sharp hiss of unwanted delight while Cass laughed at her. "Don't tell me those big fat bags are sensitive," she teased, pulling up and stretching the meaty breasts out beneath the delicate nipples. Stephanie cried out until Cassandra let them drop, but at this point she was so dizzied by her orgasms that Steph was still getting aroused by the rough treatment and sarcastic dirty talk.  It didn't help that Cass' own swollen, open pussy was mere inches from her face, but the slimmer girl knew better than to sit on her face in this precarious a point in their struggle.

Cassandra left one hand playing with the huge pair of tits while her other hand reached back to start fingering the trapped girl's vagina. Steph cursed and squirmed beneath her, but her arms were trapped and she could only close her legs so tight with Cassandra's hand already in there. Steph screamed as Cass found and pinched at her clit, bringing tears to the bigger girl's eyes before she shook hard enough with her orgasm that it bucked Cassandra off of her and the couch. Steph was left sweating and panting on the couch, rubbing her crotch that was throbbing and sore from all the activity tonight.

"Can't keep up with a real sexfighter, huh?" Cassandra taunted as she wearily walked over to the loveseat to take her breather. She didn't need Lyanna to tell her that such a big response had been another orgasm, putting them tied again. She was tired, but it looked like the last one had been all the worse on Stephanie thanks to her drawn out teasing and trash talk making her more aroused. Even when they were signalled to get back in, Steph looked groggy and distracted. It was Cass' chance to finish her off, but she'd have to keep up the pressure.

Stephanie tried to make the first move, tackling into Cassandra and grabbing her around the back by her ass. She powered her heavier body into her opponent, pinning Cass's back and ass against the wall. Stephanie grabbed Cassandra's wrists and pinned them over her head, allowing the bigger girl to start humping and grinding against the trapped Cass. Her wet pussy gave off thick squishing noises on contact, and Cassandra winced at the forced tribbing and clashing of their hard nipples. The bustier girl crushed her against the wall a few times before Cassie pulled a hand free, pushing and turning away at the last minute. Stephanie's thrust turned into a trip forward, her big bare tits hitting the wall instead of Cassandra.

Stephanie groaned and held her chest, but Cassandra was quick to get around behind her. She pulled Steph's arms behind her back, grinding her tits and nipples against the wall as the bigger girl wailed and moaned. She pressed her hips back against Cass' crotch, but the dominant girl managed to force Cass in front of the mirror and mash her tits into it. The reddened pale flesh smushed against the glass, looking bigger than ever at the awkward angle that pancaked them against the cold material and left sweaty smears in her wake. She was once again exposed to the mirror making her watch as Cassandra took her from behind.

Cass forced Stephanie's legs apart and reached under her buttocks, ramming her fingers quickly and firmly up into the busty girl's clit. She grunted and clung to the wall, at least conscious enough to not touch the mirror out of fear of dragging it down on top of them.

Stephanie's groan came out with a shudder that vibrated her throat. Her body thrust to slap her hips between Cassandra's fingers and crotch, shaking helplessly in her grasp as she orgasmed once again. "That's a break!" Lyanna called, but Cass was already stepping back to let Stephanie shake violently against the wall and slide to the floor. Steph went back to sit on the couch, legs spread to carefully rub and air out her pussy. Stephanie was shaking so long and hard from her orgasm that she didn't even bother trying to get to the loveseat. The bigger girl slumped to the ground to lay on her side, struggling to catch her breath as she rubbed her breasts and crotch to ease their throbbing excitement.

"Looks like this might be big girl's last round," Cassandra gloated to Lyanna, their hostess grinning in delight at the scene. The break couldn't go fast enough for Cassandra, and the opposite for Stephanie. Lyanna called them back out as Steph dragged her curvy body off the floor and Cass rose, eager to finish the fight. Stephanie was slow to start, but surprised Cass when she suddenly darted forward and tackled her onto the floor. She grabbed and forced open Cassie's legs, putting her knee down on her rival redhead's pussy and starting to grind.

Cassie yelled and started to kick and push with her free legs, but Stephanie's bulk let her keep her legs at angles where it was increasingly hard to do so. Cassandra's breathing got heavier as she tried to squirm free, but Steph grabbed her by the breast to hold her still. The bigger girl's thumb flicked at her pierced nipple and scraped her fingernail over her areola, uncaring if she hurt Cassandra's body at this point so long as she got the response she wanted out of her pussy.

"Got you now, you titless little mouse," Stephanie grunted, sweating and aroused but in control of the wide-eyed Cass. "No more dirty tricks out of you. You're right where I want you."

Cassandra winced from the crushing pressure that was making her overly sensitive pussy soak Stephanie's knee, but she managed a sly smile. "Then you must really wanna get fucked again, cow tits."

Cass shifted her weight to one side, sending Stephanie off balance. It wasn't enough to knock her over, but enough to free Cassandra's pussy from the forced arousal. Her hands grabbed the big heavy tits, keeping them from falling on her and using them as handles. The pierced redhead also pushed her foot upward so that when Steph fell, her opponent's toes slid up her snatch and pressed against her clit. Steph's stumbling made the force that much rougher, but either way she was frozen on the spot as Cass flexed her toes, crushing the bigger girl's overstimulated clit with her big toe in particular.

Stephanie gave out a noise like a wail of pain mixed with an orgasmic howl, holding onto Cassandra's leg to minimize the pressure of her body weight but she couldn't stop Cass' toes from twitching. "Stop... oh fuck, stop!" Even while she was on top of Cassandra, Stephanie found herself dripping wet and her clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

"You give up?" Cassie demanded, unrelenting in her pumping of Stephanie's pussy until she had her victory confirmed. Steph's wide eyes and heavy breathing told her that she couldn't bear another orgasm like that, so she had to be close.

"Fuck... oh fuck... yes! I give! Giiive!" Stephanie tried pulling back off of her, faltering on her shaky legs. She couldn't get off of Cass' foot until she popped it out of her wet hole, Lyanna clapping sharply twice instead of any kind of victory bell.

"You heard it! Tonight's winner is Cassandraaaa!" Lyanna declared more officially than the fight itself. Stephanie was left to lay on the floor, sweating and catching her breath as she tried to get her pussy to stop twitching. Cassandra went to her overnight bag, sorting through it before coming back.

"Hey, slut!" Cassandra called lightly, getting Steph to look up at her and cringe. Cassie had put on a bright pink strapon, the rubber dick perpetually stuck straight out over the bigger girl's face. "Hope you had a good rest, because it's the last you're gonna get for a while. You've got a lot of work to do tonight."

Stephanie's red cheeks paled a bit to remember their last condition of the fight: the loser would become the other's sex slave for the rest of the night. She bit her lip fretfully, but didn't resist when Cassandra pulled her hair and forced the bigger girl to her knees. Cass pressed her hips forward, slowly but steady enough that she could force her fake cock into Stephanie's lips, watching her struggle and moan the entire way down. She got it most of the way in when she saw Stephanie respond with a loud gagging noise. Cass pulled out quickly, letting the bustier bitch cough and choke as she drooled over her chin and tits after the forced deep-throating.

"I think that's lube enough for now, don't you?" Cassie gloated, stroking along the strapon before she went to the couch and lounged back in it with mocking grace and daintiness. She patted her thigh as her chubbier rival seemed to finish her choking fit. "Now get over here and get on top. Don't make me come and get you."

The faint threat in her voice was enough to make Stephanie crawl over on all fours. Cassie loved how it made her look like a cow or a dog, and Steph just preferred it to gathering the energy to stand back up again. She finally climbed up onto Cass' lap, the notable weight coming down on the ever-erect shaft with what delicacy her weary body could manage. She tried to slide on slow, but her legs shuddered or pussy twitched in a way that made her wet snatch slide in further than she planned. It was all while facing Cassandra, who leaned back on the couch and smiled as she watched the busty loser squirm and suffer on top of her.

"No wonder you lost if that's the best you know how to fuck," Cassandra taunted, slapping one of the big jiggling breasts. "Work it like you mean it. I want to see those titties jiggling."

Stephanie moaned as she started to work her body up and down, riding the rubber dick harder to appease her temporary mistress. Cass stroked her own pierced breasts as she watched the show, but she was sure to slap her jugs again if she slowed down too much. At one point she had to stop entirely, between her exhaustion and the unbearable amount of gathered arousal in her clit, but Cassandra punished her by grabbing her nipple and twisting so hard it went all the way around.

"I didn't hear you cum yet, bitch. Why you stopping?" She smacked Stephanie on the ass, turning to put the bigger girl on her back on the couch and sliding out of her. "If you're going to fuck it up this bad, let me show you how it's done..." Cassie grabbed Steph by the ankles, lifting them straight into the air. Steph's tired legs spread easily as she draped one over the back of the couch, Cass lowering her hips to slide the dripping wet dildo into the big girl's ass.

"AOHHHH!" Stephanie howled out as her ass was taken, Cass pumping steadily as her hands toyed with the loser's pussy. She spread her pussy and spanked at Steph's clit, the damp snatch giving off sharp slapping noises as she did. Steph was left to do nothing but moan loudly and jiggle at her various curves before she finally gushed another orgasm hard enough to make her pelvis ache.

Cassandra smirked as she watched her bitter rival slowly come to a halt, tears in her eyes from the unbearable forced pleasure. Cass pulled the shaft out of her ass and thrust it between Stephanie's broad tits. "Now lick it clean. We're going all night with this."