Big-Breasted Bitches (for Sparkplug71)

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When it came to big breasts, AFW had long been dominated by the same few big names: Mazzie. Kyoko. Those were girls whose giant tits, as floppy, saggy, or otherwise undesirable as they may be, struck fear into the hearts of titfighters everywhere. Those same few girls—and Mazzie Lashley, the long-reigning blonde bimbo queen of AFW's Best Breast contests, in particular—had been around almost since the advent of the league, or so it seemed. They were big. They were confident. And they hadn't had to face a fresh new challenger in quite a while.

Now, Lilly Lefler was on the AFW scene, and she was going to fuck them up and take every title that had ever been given to their pathetic racks. The GG-cup goddess of the World Wide Web, she of the one hundred thousand subscribers and millions of views, was now in Tokyo, and with her sharp, incisive wit and her massive melons she was going to completely reshape the face of AFW's titfighting scene. Of course, there weren't that many girls on the AFW roster with breasts that could even come close to challenging Lilly's. In her long-running segment reviewing the breasts of the rich and famous, Lilly had only ever found two or three AFW wrestlers who were worth her time. Her quest to prove her breasts the best would probably be finished in two months.

Maybe more challengers would squirm their way out of the woodwork like the worms they were.

Then, Lilly would have the satisfaction of crushing them under her heel, smashing through their fragile little egos like a wrecking ball—or a pair of big, firm wrecking balls with nipples. She was going to set herself up with a little feifdom, a kingdom which she ruled with an iron chest, extinguishing any threat to her rule with vicious urgency and relishing the agony of those she conquered.

Right now, her path to that throne was just beginning. That future queen was right now a rather unassuming face in the crowd. Though everyone who passed her by couldn't help but stop and stare at her massive chest, threatening to burst right out of her tight, tight T-shirt, hardly any of them knew her name. That was fine by Lilly. Hers had always been a niche website, and in any case, she knew that, in just a few short months, all of these people would know who she was, and they would be lining up to lick the dirty soles of her boots as she trampled on them. Some would resent her, but plenty would love her. And, as sadistic and vicious as Lilly could sometimes be, she loved to be loved, and she gave her fans exactly what they wanted.

Having just finished signing her AFW starter contract, Lilly was in a long hallway in an upper level of the AFW arena, heading down from the offices above to the food court below. An entire side of the hallway was glass, and the bright summer sunlight cast Lilly in stark shadow on the opposite wall as she stood waiting for the elevator, suddenly all but alone as the crowds of AFW staff members whom she had just walked through seemed to have all found something useful to do.

Despite the inevitable warpath that Lily was setting herself down, Katrina Johnson had just gotten finished up with some of the 'big whigs' as she called them, apparently they wanted to talk to her about things ranging from developmental training to a few photo shoots here and there, suffice to say, there was always something to keep the tiny Texan busy. Today, the blonde belle was wearing a simple blue t-shirt, tight fitting as well, and a pair of her favorite, comfy blue jeans.

Just as she had stepped out of the office, she turned down the hall and saw what she thought was a new face to the AFW, or at least to her, a rather attractive, extremely busty red-head seemed to be walking down the hall, and if she didn't know any better, Kat would have thought this gal was looking right through her. She slowly made her way down the somewhat eery hallway, her eyes drinking in the red-head as she got closer, finally stopping as they were only about a few feet away. "Uh...afternoon" she said, that southern drawl coming out quite noticeably.

The hallway was beautifully lit and well accoutred, and Lilly was enjoying herself plotting her meteoric rise through the AFW ranks as she stood and waited for the elevator. All of the stiff AFW secretaries seemed to have disappeared, and she had a moment's tranquility all to herself, for the first time in what seemed like a week. The trip to Japan had been long and raucuous, and since she had arrived she had been talking to all sorts of AFW officials. It was tiresome. And, just as soon as they had gone, here came another person to tire her out. As much as Lilly enjoyed being adored, she preferred such adoration to be delivered via the Internet, save for some very special occasions with a few very special fans.

She glanced over at the blonde when the girl spoke, examining the girl with a quick glance, her eyes tracking down over the girl's chest before they looked back over to the elevator doors, which were still securely shut. The girl's Texan accent was quite thick, or at least it was particularly noticeable. Between that and the golden hair, she probably stuck out like a sore thumb here in Japan. "Hi," Lilly would say idly, not making eye contact with the girl beside her, her own accent much less pronounced, as she hadn't really grown up among many heavily-accented individuals in Louisville.

Katrina had definitely seen her from somewhere, but she couldn't place a finger on it..maybe it was from a video? She stood there for a few moments, exchanging what for sure would be awkward glances before looking at her. "I..well, don't mean to seem odd, but I've definitely seen you from somewhere..I don't suppose you wrestle online huh?" asked the Texan, clearly she didn't have anywhere to be or anywhere in a hurry. "Well...Name's Kat by the way, figured I'd might as well say Hi to a new face, 'specially a cute new face'

The blonde girl decided to keep talking to Lilly, and the way she spoke was very humble and appropriately reverent towards Lilly and her beautiful body. The redhead was not usually very nice, but if a girl was willing to kiss her feet—figuratively or literally—then she would open up, for the sake of making a fan's day. And, if this weird little blonde was a fan, then Lilly might as well start building her empire here and now by winning the girl over as a supporter. Lilly turned and looked at the blonde for the first time, giving her a positively devilish smile.

"No, I don't wrestle online. I'm not a wrestler," Lilly said, matter-of-factly, leaving no question how she felt about that idea. Clearly, she was not the sort of girl who would spend her life training just to trade holds with another girl for a few minutes once each month. "I do have a site, though. And a pretty popular web show. If you have seen me, that's where it would have been." She was sure that the girl—Katrina—had seen her show, because there was very little chance of this being a case of mistaken identity. No one else could even compare to Lilly. No other girl had her combination of cute, perfect facial features, bright, flowing red hair, and huge, firm, GG-cup tits.

Katrina thought for a few seconds more before finally seeing the lightbulb go off in her head. "Oh right, You're Lily, and you got that show where you evaluate various uh..well, boobs of celebrities, I've noticed the last couple videos you did before you seemed to have dropped off were on some of the wrestlers around here, like Mazzie Lashly and Kyoko Hishigawa...Pretty neat show I'll say" the blond remarked, before looking at her with a sly smile. "I don't suppose you'd mind if I asked how you thought about my own chest huh?" asked the busty kawaii, curious as to what sort of response she got out of the cute Kentuckian. Her hands sliding down to cup at her own chest and giving it a few gracious lifts before letting them gently drop back down.

The blonde remembered where she had seen Lilly, and she seemed to be a regular viewer, too, for that matter. Maybe she had found Lilly's channel in a search for her fellow AFW wrestlers, Mazzie and Kyoko, to whom Lilly had dedicated a couple of rather insulting videos. The two of them had huge breasts, but there was not an exact one to one correlation between quantity and quality. Did size matter? Of course it did. Size might have even been the most important thing. But a woman with a huge rack did not necessarily have a nice rack. Huge tits could be floppy, sagging, soft, misshapen—not everyone was as lucky as Lilly Lefler.

Then, the Texan—Kat, she had said her name was—asked Lilly a very curious question. What did Lilly think of her breasts? The Kentuckian smirked. Plenty of girls had approached her and asked what she thought of their breasts. Some of them were masochists looking for humiliation—most of her most dedicated fans were in that category, and she was always happy to give them a teasing, incisive remark or two to make them blush and sweat a little bit. Others legitimately wanted to know what she thought. And for them, Lilly was brutally honest. She would list positives and negatives, exactly as she saw them, and if the girl didn't like her prognosis, well, that was too bad for the girl.

But there were others who asked for whom Lilly had no answer. She couldn't rate flat chests. There wasn't enough material for her to judge. She looked down at the Texan's chest, and watched as the girl lifted up what meager orbs she had, trying to push them up to make them look big enough for Lilly to inspect, then let them drop. There was a little bounce, then they stood still. Lilly snorted and laughed. If this girl had seen her show, she was sure the girl would know that Lilly wouldn't bother giving her breasts any more inspection than that. Maybe the blonde was joking. Maybe. "What breasts?" Lilly would scoff, still chuckling as she looked up at the blonde's face.

While Katrina thought she had prepared herself for a few different responses, simply hearing "What breasts?" not only irked her, it totally destroyed her train of thought. The blond seemed to just stand still and mute for several seconds, trying to process what she said before chuckling and rubbing her forehead. "Heh..heh..alright, alright, funny joke, funny joke. I know you are new here, clearly you are just trying to find a way for this to nott seem awkard and break the ice huh?"

In the back of her mind, she really didn't like what this gal said, but dearly hoped it was just some cruel joke that'd get played off later. "No, but seriously, what do you think of them? Sure they aren't..you know HUGE..but, I figure they are probably some of the bigger and nicer pairs in the kawaii league...at least, that's what I hear from friends and think myself"

Evidently, the blonde hadn't been joking when she asked Lilly what the redheaded expert thought of her chest. In fact, she would laugh a little bit, her voice a little stressed out as she tried to process the implications of Lilly's response, before asking if Lilly had been joking. Lilly pursed her lips and gave the girl a side-eyed look. This blonde was going to pretty rapidly spend the goodwill which she had earned from Lilly if she continued to insist that the Kentuckian rate a pair of breasts that were virtually nonexistent.

Lilly looked down again, letting her eyes stay on Kat's chest for a few seconds, just to be nice to the girl. She had to know that Lilly was not going to have any thoughts on breasts that small. What were they, E-cup? Maybe F-cup at best? If Lilly went around giving her opinions on breasts like those, she would never get a moment's rest. As the girl tried to rationalize Lilly's response, the Kentuckian would take a deep breath and then dispel any doubts from the little-breasted blonde's mind. "I don't care about breaking the ice, and I'm not here to be nice. Sorry if I hurt your feelings," she would say, in a plain, unflinching manner. "I can't even begin to try to discuss breasts as small as yours. There's just not enough there to judge. If you had bothered to watch a few more of my videos, then you would've known that."

The elevator doors opened onto an empty elevator. Lilly would step inside, turning back around to look at the blonde. She didn't expect the blonde to follow her in, and so she would try to end this conversation. "You're more than welcome to be my fan, but I think we both know that your breasts aren't worth my time."

After hearing all of this, Kat was already not liking Lily, why was it that there weren't any of these girls around here that had bigger breasts and be bitches? Well, maybe they were, but they were awful quiet. Either way, the Texan just huffed and stepped forward, closing the distance between the two, pressing her chest against Lily's own pair, pushing them backwards a little bit as she did so.

"I positively can't stand folks like you, at least with your kind of personality, I figure I probably don't need to prove myself to you, but you know what?...I honestly just wouldn't mind taking you down a peg or two..." Kat was honestly a little surprised with herself, she typically never got this upset, but frankly, she couldn't stand these kinds of women.