Tussle of the Tiny Tits (Patreon)

It was the 89th annual Franklin Bernard's trans-American marathon, a race dedicated to a figure that advocated for equality in sports. It was a rather long distance, crossing many states and taking many weeks, but the award and prestige you'd get from it was astounding.

Keni Thomas felt like she had prepared her entire life to this race. Every day she ran, every victory she had in prior marathons, it was all to try and succeed at this one event. She was never as sexy as her peers, even far into adulthood her tits never grew beyond their cutting board size, but the one thing she was always good at was running. As long as she was at least good at that she'd be okay, otherwise what else would she have?

It was the first day of the marathon and everyone was crowded around at the start. Crowds were forming in preparation for the event, and the racers were using the opportunity to meet their competition as they met along the starting line. Keni didn't really talk much to the other racers, content to just show her superiority after the race ended. She wasn't even going to pay them any mind, at least until she noticed a familiar face.

A blonde girl she had some history with, one that otherwise would look like a complete mirror of Keni, a girl named Jeni. They had met in a marathon prior to this, each of them forced to bring home half of the trophy. They confronted each other physically afterwards, with an emphasis on the part both girls were most insecure about, but even that ended up in a tie.

The mere sight of Jeni was triggering to Keni, she could remember their encounter like it was just yesterday. In any case, her drive to win this race had just increased by tenfold. If anything, she felt like she must win now, not only to show her superiority over the world in racing but her superiority over her mirror image.

A few hours later the race had begun. Racers burst into action, running along the course, ready run for weeks in their drive for fame. Experienced runners would know not to use up all their energy right away, to run fast but not fast enough to knock you out afterwards. One would have to pace themselves, they'd need to stop and find time to eat and rest periodically after all. This race was more a race of attrition than a test of speed.

Jeni and Keni though, they went out running as fast as they could. They immediately led the race in first place, leagues ahead of the other competitors, but tied with each other. This would only push them to run faster, trying their best to outpace each other, yet continuing to tie each time.

They ended up knocking each other out a few miles into the race, falling on their faces while completely exhausted. They were barely able to drag themselves over to a motel to spend the night, and they were so exhausted they passed out the second they touched the beds. Even when they awoke the next morning their legs felt like they were completely ablaze and their throats felt like they had holes bored into them.

Jeni walked into the ladies' bathroom, rinsing her face as she thought about the problem that just reentered her life. Seeing Keni again infuriated her, made her want to prove her superiority in any way possible, but that was proving impossible. If they were going to be this fast and this equal, they'd knock each other out before knocking out the competition. Would she have to prove her superiority some other way? Would the two of them have to do that again? She blushed just thinking about it.

And then Keni walked in.

It felt like everything stopped. Their legs weren't paining them from overuse, their throats weren't burning them from lack of oxygen, all they cared about was each other.

"It's the tiny tit cunt..."
"It's the tiny tit bitch..."

Speaking at the same time did the exact opposite of relieving the tension.

"Oh how funny," Jeni said. "The bitch that could barely even catch up to me in this race wants to call me a cunt."

"I was just going easy on you," Keni said. "Unlike a certain cunt I know I don't completely pass out after such a short distance."

"Don't make me laugh. You said you were going easy on me last time too, but it looks like you were always that slow."

"You say that like you weren't making that exact same bluff last time. It's worse when you don't even have a chance of catching up to me."

Their hearts were beating incredibly fast, both of them knowing very well where this must lead next. It's going to be just like last time, they were going to compare breasts directly and force them together. Part of this scared them, these were their greatest insecurities they were pitting against each other. Losing would just show they were right to be insecure, no one could truly love a chest so flat. But victory was just so alluring, and winning both the race and the battle would be so amazing.

"Oh I get it," Jeni jeered. "You're just a whore that wants to compare your tiny tits to mine!"

"Tiny tits?" Keni smiled. "You're the slut that actually thought those little nubs compared to mine!"

"They don't just compare, they exceed your tits bitch!"

"You have to be crazy to actually think that you cunt!"

A sudden sound of the door's opening made the two jump, scrambling to get out of sight of whoever walked right in. In their panic they slammed themselves into a bathroom stall, breathing heavily as they heard the soft footsteps of what was likely a fellow racer making her way inside.

The racer didn't notice them, probably, they weren't sure. The footsteps had stopped, and it was hard to tell whether or not she was still in the bathroom. There were more footsteps a few moments afterwards, but they clearly weren't her, instead sounding like a small crowd walking into the bathroom instead.

The two were frozen in fear, not even moving a muscle, only seconds later noticing they were a bit too close for their liking. They had instinctively hugged each other out of fear when running into the stall, rubbing their chests into each other once again.

"Even now you're trying to press that washboard against my tits," Keni whispered. "Hilarious."

"You actually think that cutting board compares to my breasts," Jeni whispered. "You're delusional."

"Well you're a cunt."

"And you're a bitch."

"Want me to destroy your hopes and dreams directly?"

"Sounds like you want me to bring you back to reality."

The two flung off their tops and slowly hoisted them over the stall, hoping whoever was in there didn't notice them. They then pushed their chests together, shivering with anticipation.

They put their arms around each other and squeezed, smashing their flat chests hard into each other. Their nipples had become spears, javelins to attack each other with as they stabbed painfully into each other's flesh. The two could feel each other's ribs from the contact, and they had to pull their heads back to stop their noses from being crushed.

"I can't even feel anything there," Keni whispered. "Are you sure your tits haven't shrunk?"

"The same goes for you," Jeni said. "You actually thought these were bigger than mine, let alone anyone's!"

"Delusional cunt!"

"Stupid bitch!"

The two continued to squeeze each other's chests together, pressing their bodies together like they were trying to fuse into one. The entire experience was more painful than pleasurable, even if they did feel a great pleasure from having their chests stab right into each other.

They could feel every breath weighing down on each other's chests, shoving nipples forward and back as if to increase their pleasure. Their bodies were growing hot and their breaths slowly grew heavier, the slower breaths smashing their nipples together so much harder they thought they'd be smushed flat. They could feel the heat off of each other's bodies, the slight slick of sweat crawling over nipples that lined up with each other.

Every slight sensation just made it all harder to resist. Every little twitch, every breath, every drop of sweat, all of it made them want to scream at the top of their lungs. If it were up to them they wouldn't care about the fact they were hiding, and they'd scream to the heavens with the pleasure they felt. But that pleasure must come from the other's mouth first.

"Have you finally realized which tits are bigger bitch!?" Jeni snarled at her opponent.

"I've realized it for a long time now cunt," Keni said. "And it's always been me!"

Jeni groaned. "Why did I actually think a bitch like you would have sense!?"

Keni fumed. "Stop acting like you have any, you cunt!"

"Bitch!"

"Cunt!"

"Bitch!"

"Cunt!"

The two squeezed like their lives depended on it, like they were trying to crush each other's chests and turn them into mush. They could feel the beats of each other's hearts, completely synchronized as if even hearts wanted to perfectly align. Each beat was stronger than last, harder and harder, like they aimed to silence each other in increasingly strong vibrations. These beats pulsated into their nipples, making them shake and rub against each other and send more arousal into their systems.

Their faces were completely red, their bodies drenched in sweat, and their pussies the wettest part of all. Even the tiniest of actions seemed to arouse them, and now they couldn't stop themselves from shaking out of arousal. Pleasure was filling their bodies faster and faster and faster and faster, and they couldn't resist that pleasure any longer.

The two fell to their knees and felt an orgasm overcome them, completely overtaken by the pleasure within. Their pussies exploded despite having not been touched once, and the two shook as an immense pleasure washed through all of their bones. They couldn't hold onto each other for even a second longer, their arms too weak from the pleasure.

For a little bit the two were completely silent. Their faces were beet red as they looked at each other, afraid to deal with the consequences of these results. Just like last time it was a tie, and if either of them tried to spin the results to her favor the other would do the same. They fell at the same time, came at the same time, and that proved their tits to be the same size. The fight was over...

Except, neither of them wanted no for an answer.

"YOU CUNT!"
"YOU BITCH!"

The two continued to fight each other until the next day, trying as much as they could to break this streak of draws.

Neither of them won the marathon, neither even in the top ten.