Battle of the Boobs by Banana

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Natalie and Robyn first met at college and took an instant dislike to each other. Natalie was undeniably beautiful - indeed, she considered herself the belle of the campus, but had recently been annoyed by some catty remarks she'd heard from Robyn about the size of her breasts. She had to concede that they were on the small side, but were, she insisted, perfectly formed. Unfortunately for Natalie, Robyn was a 'D' cup, and took great pride in displaying her magnificent boobs in tight, revealing tops. The turning point came when Natalie was being hit-on by a particularly handsome, muscular young man outside the library. Natalie was smiling demurely, and fluttering her eyelashes, while all the time wondering if his cock was as well developed as the rest of him, when Robyn came strolling by. Pushing Natalie to one side, Robyn stood directly in front of him, giving him a jaw-dropping view of her glorious breasts only inches from his face, and asked if he could help her with her car. Natalie looked on, outraged, as he walked off with her, mesmerized by her undulating tits, as she spoke loudly about hoping that he had the right tool for the job.

Natalie espied her the next day, sitting on a bench in one of the campus parks.

'Look bitch' she began diplomatically, 'the next time you stick these big tits of yours into my affairs, you'll be very sorry'.

Robyn smiled at her, calmly, delighted to have so annoyed stuck-up little Natalie, who thought she was God's gift to men.

'Can I help it if guys like my boobs? You're not exactly over-endowed in that department'

'At least I don't go sticking them in people's faces', spluttered Natalie.

'You'd have a job sticking these tiny tits anywhere'

Natalie could see that reasoned argument was not going to prevail, so withdrew gracefully.

'Big-titted cow!' she shouted.

'At least guys know I'm a girl. And by the way, he has a great cock'

Over the next 3 weeks, Natalie lost out in the same way to her rival on another 2 occasions. She'd be on the point of hooking some young stud when little Miss Mega-Jugs would walk past and steal him away, leaving Natalie fuming, and very frustrated. She was also very worried about the annual Campus Queen vote. She had expected to win this easily, but then heard that Robyn was entering too. With so many tit-men at the college, there was a real danger that she would lose out to that man-stealing bitch.

The 6 entrants for the Campus Queen competition stood in the theatre where the pageant was to be held. An amateur drama company was in the middle of a production of 'Peter Pan', so the stage had a surreal look to it, with Captain Hook's ship on the left-hand side.

'Remember girls', announced the organiser, 'bikinis must be respectable. Anyone displaying too much flesh will be disqualified'.

'And what about artificial aids', asked Robyn. 'I know at least one of the other girls wears a padded bra- not that it makes much difference'.

'I do not wear a padded bra!', snapped Natalie, indignantly, furious at this snide remark. The fact that she had in fact started wearing a padded bra was beside the point.

'No artificial padding is allowed. And remember - show-off too much flesh and you're disqualified.

The auditorium was packed for the pageant, as the girls assembled in their bikinis off-stage.

'Ten minutes, girls', the organiser announced.

Natalie was in a dark blue outfit, with the bikini bottoms as brief as she dared, which displayed her gorgeous behind to full advantage. She had convinced herself that her top looked as enticing as well, till Robyn appeared in a brief, hot pink bikini., the tight top straining against the superb, jutting, round breasts that were pushed up in front of her like a pair of succulent melons.

'Nice outfit, Natalie', Robyn said, smirking. 'Pity you're not woman enough to fill it properly'.

Natalie handled this remark with her usual quiet dignity.

'It's quality, not quantity that counts you fat-titted bitch'.

'And I've got both, honey. Why don't you go and find another couple of pancakes to put in your top?'

'We'll see who's laughing after the contest'.

'We certainly will. I'm looking forward to this. Still, you might come in second, if you're lucky'.

Natalie had reached her limit. She simply could not stand the prospect of losing to this hussy. Then she had a wicked idea. She sneaked off to find the stage-manager, then returned 5 minutes later, and was careful to stand behind Robyn. One of the highlights of Peter Pan is seeing the eponymous hero, and Tinker-Bell flying round the stage, by means of thin wire with a hook at the end that attaches to the actors' costume. With trembling fingers, as the organiser announced the arrival of the girls, Natalie carefully attached the hook to the back of her big-boobed rival's bikini bottoms.

To applause and wolf-whisltes, the contestants took their places on the stage, in front of the old, high-backed chair that was to serve as the throne for the newly-crowned queen. To try and make this tacky affair seem a little more classy, the 'throne' was ringed with small candles. With flashing teeth and fixed smiles, the girls stood in a line, perfectly aware of the raw sexual excitement they were generating amongst the audience. The girls in turn walked forward to the organiser to tell the world how their ambition was to end world poverty. As Robyn walked forward, Natalie made a sign to the stage-manager. Robyn had just finished sticking her tits into the organiser's face when she felt a sharp pull at her briefs. The next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, and she was hanging, inches from the ground, by her bikini bottoms.

'Oooowww!', she squealed, as her briefs began to disappear into her pussy, and dig into her ass.

'Do something', she yelled, as the audience began laughing at the sight of this stunning beauty with her bikini bottoms wedged up her ass, and her tits bouncing rythmically as she hung suspended on the wire.

'Let me help', shouted Natlie, rushing forward, pretending to help pull her rival down by grabbing the well-filled bikini top. At that moment, Robyn felt herself being hoisted higher. As she gained height, the pink bikini top ripped off in Natalie's hand.

'Oh dear', she said, in mock concern.

Robyn shrieked as she was now flying 10 feet above the stage, suspended by her briefs, giant tits now fully on show. From one side of the stage to the other she flew, desperately trying to cover her enormous boobs with her hands, as the audience laughed and cheered. This was not only desperately humiliating for Robyn, it was extremely sore too, since her bikini bottoms now looked more like a thong as they sliced between her pussy lips and wedged painfully into her ass. She had never felt as totally ridiculous in her life, swinging to and fro across the stage, virtually naked in front of a huge audience and her smirking rivals.

With the bikini bottoms stretching further and further up her back, Robyn also feared that they would give-way altogether. As she flew up to the left-hand side of the stage again, she saw her chance. Captain Hook's ship was within her grasp, and with a desperate lunge she managed to grab the wooden railing of the crow's nest at the top of the mast and haul herself over it. The wire would not allow her to clamber in, so she had to balance her mid-riff on the railing, her head bent forward into the crow's nest, her wobbling tits swinging in front of her, and her painfully wedgied ass sticking up on the other side of the rail. This was not a very dignified position, but at least it stopped painful wedgie, and meant she wouldn't have to suffer the indignity of having her bikini bottoms removed altogether.

'Get me down from here you idiots', she shouted at the stage-hands below, as she balanced precariously over the railing

Natalie, gazing up, was initially a little disappointed that her fun had apparently ended so quickly. Then she noticed something that made her grin to herself with great satisfaction. The furious, red-faced Robyn's ass was only inches away from one of the spotlights. Robyn gradually became aware of this too, as her poor unprotected seat began to warm up beneath the heat of the lamp. Natalie watched ecstatically as her rival began to twitch and squirm as her ass began to bake. Natalie noted how red the ass cheeks were becoming, and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing outright. Robyn began to whimper and sweat, as she looked behind her and saw how close the lamp actually was to her posterior, and how crimson it now was.

'Do something, quick' she hollered, 'my ass is on fire!'.

Tremendous laugher greeted this remark from below, as Robyn tried desperately to move her seat to a different position. But it was no good - her butt cheeks felt as if she was sitting on a hot-plate.

'Oww! Ouuch! Oooww!', she whimpered. Although the stage hands were finally getting a ladder organised, the heat in her exposed rump was too much - she had to let go of the crow's nest.

She pushed herself back into space, and let out another tortured yell as the wedgie re-commenced. This time she passed low across the middle of the stage, and as she began to ascend once more, she heard the noise she'd been dreading. The upward force was too much for the bikini bottoms, and with a loud rip, they tore off completely. Robyn descended as her briefs ascended, and she landed with a painful thump on the old wooden throne in the centre of the stage.. The contact with the chair was very painful for her poor blistered rear, but worse was to come. The seat of the old chair gave way under the force, and the next thing she knew, the already badly humiliated beauty's ass crashed through the bottom of the seat. She was stuck. Her knees were now parallel with her wonderful boobs, and her bright red ass was sticking out of the bottom of the chair.

Natalie could not have dreamed that this would work out so well. Her rival had now been stripped, had her fat ass thoroughly warmed, and was now stuck in the chair in the most undignified manner possible, kicking her legs, her naked rear-end poking out below her.

Robyn was completely mortified, and struggled frantically to get out of this degrading predicament.

'Don't just stand there, you bitches, do something to help' she screamed.

Natalie got there first.

'You poor dear', she gushed,' this must be sooo embarrassing for you. I'll try and lift you out'.

Natalie grabbed Robyn under the arms, and was relieved to find that Miss Jumbo Jugs was so firmly stuck that the back legs of the 'throne' lifted also. With 2 or 3 careful tugs she was able to reposition the chair exactly where she wanted it - directly above one of the small candles on the stage. The heat from the small flame was now continuing to redden the already scarlet behind, sticking out under the chair. Robyn began to yelp and squirm again as her poor bottom was subjected to more humiliating treatment.

'Ooow! Yeow! My ass! The candle! Aggh!'

She kicked her trapped legs furiously, and tried to haul herself up, as the audience and her rivals laughed and cheered.

'What's the matter, honey?', asked Natalie sweetly.

'The candle's burning my goddam ass! Yeeeeoow!' ,shrieked Robyn. 'Do something'

Natalie obliged happily.

'I haven't finished humiliating you yet, bitch' she thought happily.

She wickedly grabbed the back of the chair and began to haul it over on to it's back.

'What are you doing, you stupid bitch? Nooo!'

Too late. Now the back of the chair was on the stage, and half of the kicking, cursing Robyn was horizontal. True, she did not have the candle burning her rump any more, but her ass and pussy were vertical, and completely exposed, perfectly framed in the seat of the chair, pointing towards the delirious audience. They were going wild, and cheers and whistles filled the air. The glamorous beauty queen, who'd been prick-teasing them with her hot bikini was now presenting a perfect view of her crimson butt and velvety slit, and there was nothing she could do about it. Robyn just wanted to die at that point. This was unbearably degrading. Natalie continued to 'help'.

'Try and ease yourself out', she said, pretending to try and push the scarlet rump out of it's wooden confinement. It was easy to actually give her rival's rear a wicked pinch as she did this.

'Yeeoww! Careful! Ouuch!'.

'Perhaps if we turned it all the way round'.

'No! Don't do that!'

But Natalie had already turned the chair on to it's side, then turned it again so that now Robyn was now her knees, still stuck in the chair, bent double, ass and pussy now on view from a fresh angle, sticking out behind her. On Natalie's instructions, the other contestants all grabbed a leg of the chair each. They had all been greatly enjoying Robyn's humiliation too, since she'd seemed so cock-sure of herself.

'This'll get you out', said Natalie. Her rivals rear-end was now presented before her - on-stage, with a very appreciative audience, a perfect, helpless, richly-deserving target. Loving every second, Natalie lined up a very satisfying, painful kick to Robyn's beautiful butt, the force of which did at least free her from the chair. With a howl of pain from the kick on her already tender rear, she lurched forward, and fell face-down on the stage, then leapt to her feet, and covering her tits and pussy as best she could, ran from the stage to a great burst of applause.

'Well', said the smirking Natalie to the organiser, 'I'm no expert, but doesn't that come under the 'show too much flesh and you're disqualified rule'?'.